#family + loyalty au
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family + loyalty
chapter one: mafia & mangoes | 9.1k+ words
satoru gojo x fem!reader | mafia au
chapter warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, explicit sexual content, illegal activies, alcohol drinking, profanity, jealousy, pet names
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the navy blue sky starts to brighten into an early morning azure, the sun's rays peeking from behind the city's buildings, just as you knock on the hollow metal door at the back entrance of the hanami ninth night club. the routine clicks of the locks follow shortly after and you're welcomed with a tired, if not slightly hung over, smile from shiro. even this early in the morning he’s dressed in a brown suit that’s a bit big on him, his dark brown hair slicked back and smoking a cigarette.
this was how he looked every time you came by, you swear his suit was the exact same too, but this morning in his slouched, bloodshot eyes, he looked particularly haggard.
“you’re one of my more demanding business partners, you know that?” he says, blowing smoke from his cigarette to his side before tossing the still burning bud on the ground and stomping it out with his shining designer shoes.
“you complain yet answer every time i come knocking,” you retort, holding back your smile, knowing this is just how he was with you.
the morning air that’s not quite warm enough for the t-shirt you’ve chosen to wear lingers on your exposed skin as he flips through the cash you hand him. he knows you’re good for it, you’ve been doing business with him for over a year now and you’re not about to ruin it nor are you dishonest by nature. but you know it’s just routine and wait patiently.
he pockets that cash and steps closer inside, leaving the door open so you can hear him while he grabs your things. “don’t get it wrong, i like doing business with you little lady,” his voice muffled as he moves further back into the club. “you may only be a small time customer but even still, your business is appreciated. even if it means gettin’ up this early on a saturday morning,” he return with the wooden crate full of goods. “here you are,” gently he places the box into your arms ensuring you can support the weight before letting go. “see ya next week?”
you smile and nod, shift the crate to sit more comfortably, “see you then. thanks again shiro.”
he waves goodbye as you turn around and begin to head back into the main street. it’s not far to your destination and you take your time enjoying the early saturday morning that brings a normally unseen beauty to this side of the city. the dozens of small locally owned shops around this area are at least an hour away from opening and the streets are almost empty aside from the handful of early risers taking leisurely walks and the coffee shop that has the sweet, nutty aroma of their specialty coffee lingering in the air. it wasn’t so bad getting up this early when you got to take your time enjoying the little things like this, if anything it helps you prepare for what would be another busy day. the calm before the not-so-bad storm.
and yet, a storm nonetheless.
as you round the street corner, you support the heavy box with one arm and your hip as you search through your bag for your keys. wallet, chipstick, receipts from the grocery store, loose change but no keys. you make a mental note of how messy your bag is since it’s nearly impossible to find what you’re looking for. just as you’re about to put down your things and dump out the contents of your purse on the sidewalk your fingers find the keyring-
“getting into trouble, are we?”
you nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden and unexpected voice from behind you, almost dropping the box and your found keys barely hooked onto your index finger in the process.
with a racing heart you try your best to think clearly, were you about to be caught? get arrested? god dammit, you knew you shouldn’t have gotten so comfortable with this dealing just in case you were caught in the open like you were right now.
“did i scare you? sorry about that, sweets.” his teasing tone doesn’t say he’s actually all that sorry.
in your hurry and the sudden fright you hadn’t registered the voice of the man behind you but the nickname is a dead give away. and now that you think more about it, who else would meet you here this early in this morning if not your number one customer?
“good morning satoru,” you greet, unable to hide the shakiness in your voice or the fact that your heart rate has not gone down since he made his appearance. you swore it was echoing in the quiet street, only growing louder when he comes into your view, his figure towering over you.
“what’s got you so jumpy?” his dark sunglasses may hide his playful eyes but you know it’s there and see that the smirk on his lips is devilish. “doin’ something you shouldn’t be?”
your breath hitches and slightly paranoid thought passes through your mind, making you fill with guilt and worry.. did he know?
“haha, i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you reply but god you barely even believe what you’re saying. “i’m just trying to get to work and you show up out of nowhere,” not that it’s an actual complaint and you don’t sound the least bit mad. you liked seeing satoru very much.
he's got the looks of a man chiseled by the delicate hands of the gods themselves and it doesn’t help that he wears gorgeous, perfectly fitted suits and ties that bring out his already breathtaking cerulean eyes from under his snowy, messy undercut. he may be the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen.
he lifts an eyebrow, no doubt questioning your odd behavior and a little convinced you really were doing something you shouldn’t be but when he smiles wider, almost like he knows your secret or knows he’ll pry it out of you, you think you would spill it if he asked.
“you’re a terrible liar,” satoru says through his smile and takes the box from you, standing behind you as you unlock the doors to your little bakery and follows you inside.
you don’t mind him coming in before the bakery is open, it's not the first time and you're sure it wouldn’t be the last. it was a few months ago he wandered in dressed in a similar black suit that he’s wearing today and ordered one of everything you were offering. he's come in almost every day since then and spent enough money that his funds alone could pay for the rent on the shop but truthfully, even if he didn’t spend a small fortune here, you enjoy his company more than you’d like to admit out loud.
satoru places the box down next to the cash register and leans against the counter, silently watching you tie your apron over your light blue jeans and black shirt, preparing for the weekend morning rush.
aside from miwa, who was god sent working the front of the bakery, you basically run this place by yourself. you baked, you bought supplies, you balanced the books and dedicated your life to this bakery. a dream you shared with your parents once, one you hope they could be proud of had they survived that fateful day.
“tell me, what were you up to this morning?” satoru questions when you come to open the box from the opposite side of the counter. you pretend the shimmer of his beautiful eyes don’t affect you as he pulls down his glasses and flashes his baby blues at you, batting light lashes to try to get it out of you.
you can feel the heat rising to your cheeks under his flirtatious gaze, your heart hammering under his attention and his playfully sweet tone that might get any person to spill their secrets. “i told you - nothing!”
your denials are not convincing even to your own ears and his devious expression, still partly hidden by his dark glasses, told you he wasn’t believing a word you were saying but he knew he was close to getting what he wanted.
he was right before, you are a terrible liar.
“you can trust me,” he adds and your heart lurches like it believes him. “i won't tell. i’m just curious about what kind of trouble you’re getting yourself into,” he smirks, pulling off his glasses entirely, leaning in closer to you.
you can feel the butterflies from your stomach in your throat as you find it hard to speak with his scent filling your nose, his warmth palpable but still so far away. it's not fair, you think, he knows just how to fluster you and ever since you met him he’s been shameless in doing so.
what started out as compliments you thought was just him being nice, or just enjoying your baking, had turned into intense flirting starting after he showed up as you were locking up one night about a month ago and pleaded with you that he’d pay anything for whatever you had left over from the day. just as you do now, you found it impossible back then to say no to his charm and ended up spending the whole night at the shop talking over cake and mochi.
“come on sugar, tell me.”
“fine!” you break your gaze away from his and focus on the box, hoping you're hiding your burning cheeks well. after you’ve opened the box you grab his hand, putting the contents he wanted to know so badly about in his palm.
his mouth opens slightly, eyebrows knitting. “a mango?” he questions, looking between you and the fruit in cute confusion.
“yes, a mango that could get me into some trouble. it’s imported from africa, but it’s against customs so i buy them and some other fruits and sugars.. illegally,” you whisper the last word as if someone might hear you even though the shop is empty besides the two of you.
satoru chuckles in amusement but to your surprise, he doesn’t tease you. “why all that trouble for a mango?”
“for someone who eats the goods i bake almost every day you should be able to tell the difference from the other fruits i use versus other places you’ve been,” you tease, taking the fruit from him. “these mangoes are sweeter and creamier than ones you would get here. i’m hurt you can’t tell the difference,” you clutch onto your chest dramatically.
without skipping a beat, he says in an oddly serious tone, “i thought it was because you make them that they taste like that.”
it’s as if your heart is doing somersaults in your chest as you stare at him. god dammit, why did he have to be so adorable and handsome? you might be more happy about it if you knew he wasn’t like this with every pretty girl and handsome man he sees. you’ve seen it first hand with some of your other customers. it didn’t stop you from indulging a bit. his attention is nice and harmless flirting never hurt anyone. right?
the chiming of the bell above the door breaks the trance he had put you in and you’re thankful for the interruption before he was able to poke fun at your flustered state or see the crush you had on him written all over your face.
“morning miwa,” he greets your assistant and only employee.
miwa has gotten quite used to satorus presence in the bakery as well. not long ago she insisted that you should go out with him despite his flirty nature. ‘he’s so beautiful. i bet he’s strong too,’ she sighed dreamily before going on about how she could never go after him, as her heart was already spoken for, and you have his attention so you must go for it.
easier said than done miwa.
“morning mr. gojo,” she replies, pumping her light blue eyebrows at you when she passes by, as if to say ‘go for it girl!’ before disappearing into the back to clock in and get ready to help with preparations for the morning rush.
you roll your eyes at her and turn around to return to your own preparations.
satoru watches intently as you cut mangoes, mix dough, run into the back to place things in the oven and get the display case ready simultaneously. he’s sat and watched you prepare for the morning rush a few times by now but you still find the time to talk with him, admire him as he texts on his phone but quickly pull your gaze away when his eyes find yours, and reply to the other questions he has about your illegal activities.
where are you getting them from? you sure they’re trustworthy? how much are you paying? is this the only dealer you’ve worked with? and the questions go on and on.
“i thought you said you were a businessman, not a cop.”
you try to play it off innocent but a part of you is worried that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea to tell him. you trusted shiro and whatever means he used to procure your imported goods and you know better than to tell anyone of him or what he does for you.
he hasn’t said it out loud but you’re not naive. your little deals are only small time compared to his normal business but he didn’t need anyone looking into him for any reason. you weren’t about to get in the middle of that or find out what the consequences might be if you did.
“i’m no cop,” he answers with a sneer. “just looking out for you, don’t want you to get ripped off.”
a small ‘oh’ comes from under your breath and you avoid his eyes. were you being too paranoid? maybe but you’d rather be safe than sorry in situations like this. after all the effort you put in for this bakery; all the money, sweat and tears you poured into this shop and your treats, losing them wasn’t an option.
truthfully you don’t believe he is a cop and feel the truth in his words when he says them, though you aren’t sure exactly what it is satoru does for a living but it’s better you not tell him of shiro.
“i appreciate that,” you mean it honestly despite your defensiveness before. “i shouldn’t say more though..” satoru may be attractive, easy to talk to and affecting your heart more than you want him to but indulging his curiosity to the full extent was not something you could do this time around.
the phone in his pocket begins to ring before he can reply. relief, you’re thankful to end this conversation quickly before he can press more.
he motions with his finger to give him a moment and turns the other way to stand closer to the door of the bakery. you focus your attention on the dough in front of you but it’s hard not to listen in when the shop is so quite.
“what is it? … this early? ... k, be there soon. … no, i’ll call him and we’ll meet you there.”
he doesn’t sound pleased when he hangs up and immediately goes to make another phone call but you don’t stay around to listen to what he’s saying. instead you slip into the back to get the pastries from the oven and put a couple in a to-go box for satoru.
he’s just getting off the phone when you return and searches his suit pockets for his car keys. “sorry sugar, duty calls.”
“as if i’d let you hang out here all day anyways,” you tease, coming around the counter to stand in front of him and hand him the togo box, stopping him when he reaches into the wallet. “it’s on the house today.”
his smile could melt your heart and it almost distracts you from the unreasonable amount of yen he drops into the tip jar; way more than what the treats you’ve packed for him cost.
“you don’t ha-”
“i’ll see ya later,” he gives you a wink before slipping his glasses back on and taking the bag from your with a brush of his fingers against yours, making his way out the door. “don’t get into too much trouble without me,” he calls behind him but doesn't look back.
you are trouble, you think, watching him leave and hating the disappointment you feel when his tall figure disappears into the distance as the bell chimes when it closes. you know you shouldn’t be falling for customers and especially ones such as satoru gojo at that- an undeniable flirt. you had your fair share of experiences with men like that in the past and normally stay far away from them but something about satoru has you unable to hold back and, even if it’s to your dismay, he knows just how to pull you in more.
honestly, he seemed rather shallow at first. nothing more than good looks, sweet words and money but the more time he spends around you the more mysterious and deeper he becomes, even still. you can tell he’s really dedicated to his work and works hard. he’s never said exactly what he did besides being a ‘businessman’ but plenty of times it called him away and each time he went without question, not without his dilly dallying. more than that, just today his comment about how he wanted to look out for you didn’t seem like the man you had first thought he was. he didn’t seem like the type to care about other people's business and if they’re being taken advantage of but you could tell he was honest when he said that, none of his normally teasing and playfulness behind his words.
“i don’t understand why you two haven’t gone out yet,” miwa breaks you from your thoughts, coming from the back with two large trays of jelly filled donuts, melon pan and other goodies to fill the display case with.
you sigh, overthinking about what could be if this were more than a little crush between a baker and her handsome customer with an insatiable sweet tooth.
would you say no if he asked? probably not. you doubt anyone says no to gojo. is it a good idea to go out with him though? you honestly couldn’t say.
it’s not that you were looking for commitment, being a small business owner took up most of your life and you were fine with that; living the dream you had since you were a child, fulfilling what you shared with your once complete family, meant more to you than falling in love. baking was the only love you needed; it didn’t leave and came in all sorts of different comforts.
you could always make something delicious that made people smile, that was a reminder of a bitter sweet past or a brighter future. like the first taste of a comforting treat after a long day or the familiar scent of a pastry shared by two lovers long ago. seeing those moments and more unfold because of what you baked was enough for you, it brought you happiness in its own way after so much of your own loss.
you aren’t even sure if you could handle a relationship, if it was in the cards for you, but maybe going out and sleeping with him, getting it out of your system would be the way to go. just maybe it would quiet or stop the bubbling feelings instead of you. or maybe it would make it worse.
but you’d be lying if you said you haven’t thought about what lies underneath those designer suits and you know satoru thinks he plays it cool when you wear small summer dresses or plunging necklines and tight pants but you’ve caught those cerulean eyes lingering on your figure more than once.
the other side of this dating coin was going out with him and ending up falling for him; getting yourself caught in something you didn’t particularly want to be a part of. it’s not that you couldn’t put in the hard work that relationships require, though it may be hard to find the time but for the right person you would give it your all. but was it worth the potential loss? could you even handle any more loss?
satoru didn’t seem like the type to settle down and you weren’t interested in playing games with a man who liked to play them exclusively. putting your heart out there for more than just baking was easier said than done but there was always the possibility your heart didn’t need to get involved, despite how unlike you that was.
a part of you wonders if your heart is already wading deeper than the ankle deep waters of those unbelieve blue eyes.
none of it even matters though because he hadn’t asked you out and it would be inappropriate for you to ask him out as the owner of an establishment he visits frequently... or maybe it’s the thought that the rejection would hurt just too bad and then you’d likely never see him in your little bakery again, which seems much worse than the rejection, that stops you. your little flirtatious moments when he dropped by were enough, it didn’t need to be more. for your sake and his.
but a girl can still dream.
“i can’t believe we’re doing this shit right now. doesn’t he know it’s only eight in the fucking morning?”
“what the hells gotten into you this morning?” geto questions, tossing the black duffle bag into the back of the cadillac with a loud clunk and a slam of the door. there were no off hours with a job like this, both of the men knew that and accepted it, not that it stopped either of them from bitching every now and again but satoru was unusually irritated today. “you know the boss likes these things dealt with quickly.”
both men slide into the car, gojo behind the wheel and geto stuck with all the items left in the front seat by his companion. he tosses what he can in the back or sticks it in the center counsel but satoru can feel sugurus eyes on him the entire time.
he doesn’t look back at his partner as he turns on the car and puts it in drive. “there’s nothing quick about this.”
he knew suguru couldn’t argue about that. there was absolutely nothing quick about chasing someone that was already a full 12 hours ahead of you, even if you have good intel on where this problem may be. countless things could go wrong and there would be hell to pay if they couldn’t finish the job and bring back what was taken. not that he or geto are worried about that. they were chosen for this job because only they could see it through better than anyone else.
it makes gojo a little less sour knowing they asked him and geto to fix this little problem together since no one else was capable of handling it but he hadn’t had nearly his fill of asking about whoever it was his pretty little baker did illegal business with.
before he can think about his subconscious calling you ‘his’, satoru catches his companion opening up his white togo box full of an assortment of goodies and immediately puts the car back into park after not moving an inch. he wasn’t going to get a chance to stop for more treats while on this mission so he’d have to make them last and he wasn’t planning on sharing anyways.
“these are mine,” satoru reaches over and shuts the lid over sugurus fingers, moving the box to his lap aggressively.
“what? are you five years old all of the sudden?”
“shut up. she made these for me and i’m not sharing,” he reaches into the box not caring what he grabs out because no matter what it was it was bound to satisfy his craving.
bite sized mango turn over, and damn were these illegal mangoes good.
he can’t help but smile at the memory of you all sweet and guilty. worried over illegal mangoes. your innocence is so cute. he didn't know what kind of trouble to expect you to get into but that was not it.
gojo knows suguru recognizes the mochi and sakura leaf logo of your bakery, various boxes and containers were always in his apartment or car and gojos raved about your cakes and mochi like it was made of gold. he made geto try it so could he understand the craze from his best friend who has no impulse control and a sweet tooth from hell but satoru also knows he’s dropped plenty of hints he thinks you’re attractive as well so it’s no wonder he keeps going back.
“she makes them for everyone, dumbass. that’s her job.”
“i’m still not sharing.”
“a paloma and extra shot of tequila, please,” you order before your butt even hits the cushion of the bar stool.
slumping into the seat you close your eyes and let out a long exhale. it’s been a long and exhausting few days with miwa on vacation with her boyfriend, kokichi, and you running the bakery by yourself. she works so hard, puts in so much effort for your little shop so how could you say no when she asked for a few days off for a get away with her beloved? she was sweet enough to plan her vacation on weekdays instead of the weekend too so that you didn’t have to suffer the weekend rush by yourself.
you don’t remember the days before miwa being this busy and exhausting but business had grown a lot since then. it might be time to look for additional help but that would have to wait for another day when you could go through the shop's finances and see if you could even afford it on top of paying miwa what she deserves.
tonight, all you want is something stiff to help let all that stress slip away before you head home and get ready for another solo day.
the bartender puts your peach colored drink and shot glass in front of you without a word and walks to the other side of the island to attend to a couple who arrived right before you. you don’t come to the bar often, never really finding the time and not really having anyone to go with but when you do decide to come out by yourself, you always come to the light ox bar. it’s quiet and modern, playing all your favorite songs over the speakers and the bartenders are generous with their drinks, lowkey enough to wind down after a long day and it’s right in between your apartment and the bakery.
you quickly take the shot, the clear liquid burning your throat, though not unpleasantly, on the way down. oh yes, this was exactly what you needed before getting back to grind tomorrow.
“haven’t seen you here in a while,” a familiar deep voice comes from behind you after a few minutes of nursing your drink in silence, stewing over issues that you wish you could have left at work.
toji fushiguro, a man you met at this bar two years ago and have only ever seen at this bar. very handsome and equally mysterious. you know only 2 things about the man; his name and that he loves to drink whiskey.
at least those are the only things he’s confirmed about himself, you’ve speculated other things plenty. you don’t know his age; he’s older than you for sure but not quite old enough to be the age your father would have been and not quite young enough to be your brother. the scar on his face and his muscular build had you guessing he’s ex military or police but his personality doesn’t quite fit either occupation.
he’s not married or if he is he doesn’t wear a ring or say anything about his spouse. he ‘s hardly told you a thing. you don’t mind not knowing much about him though. he may say otherwise but you know he’s a decent guy. he’s been good company on some hard and good nights; scaring away a few unwanted suitors and listening to you rant or talk about whatever's on your mind but never judging you for it.
he’s been one of the only people you’ve opened up to about your past, your parents demise, why baking even matters so much to you.
“yeah.. the shop’s been keeping me pretty busy,” you admit, sitting up straight in your seat but not turning to face him. you stare into your drink, stirring the ice with the small black straw, watching the droplets of condensation soak into the coaster as he takes a seat next to you.
out of the corner of your eye you see him sip on the golden liquid in his glass and smile. “means business is good then, yeah?”
“it’s good,” you reply, though your tone doesn’t sound like you’re happy about it and toji quickly catches on.
he lets out a quiet huf, moving in his chair to rest his elbows on the glass counter top of the bar and looks over at you with dark emerald eyes. “you don’t sound too happy about that.”
i am happy about it.. right? you ask yourself while taking another sip of your drink. yes, successful business was what every business owner hoped for, what your parents hoped for. you had to be happy about that. what you weren’t happy about was the exhaustion, the long nights, the loneliness despite being around customers all day, the fact all you think and worry about is your business. baking was the way to get out of reality but it’s hard to feel like that on days like today when you didn’t have enough hands, money or time.
you force a half hearted laugh. “i am.. it’s tiring living and breathing business.. if i was able to just bake i’d love that but it’s everything else i don’t like. i don’t like having to worry about hiring people or about making rent on the shop or how to advertise or bring new customers in.. all that stuff, it’s not me.. not what i’m passionate about but there’s no one else to do it for me.”
you only ever do it because you have to in order to keep your bakery dream alive and normally you wouldn’t complain. responsibilities weren’t always things you were passionate about or loved to do, it was what you had to do no matter how you felt but it gets hard to put on a brave face when all you do is worry and stress about responsibilities, when it feels like it’s you against the world. you didn’t have anyone to lean on, no one to reach out to for help that didn’t require you to pay first.
you were.. alone.
as much as you don’t want to admit it to yourself, satoru provided you a small relief from all of this. he may not be able to help with the books and workload overwhelming you but he made you smile, made you laugh and loves your treats more than anyone else. it was a breath of fresh air in your busy work life to have him stop by, like a rest stop on a steep upwards hike where you can catch your breath and enjoy the view instead of worrying about getting to the top. he hadn’t been by the past few days though, not since saturday morning and, a little begrudgingly, you find yourself wishing to see him walk through the door and tease you to his heart's content. perhaps that’s got you in a bad mood too.
“too much responsibility for such a little girl?”
finally you turn to look at him with narrow eyes that shoot daggers into his side but it’s hard to stay too mad when you’re met with a smug ass look on his face. you playfully shove him in the arm and continue trying your hardest to glare at him but he’s got one of those smiles that rubs off on others and your toughness is broken though almost instantly.
“i’m an adult, alright?” a fact he already knows about you. “not some little girl who's too far in over my head.” though you're starting to doubt that slightly tonight. your business may be successful for now but maybe it was more than you could handle, more than you wanted to handle. were you ever meant to do this alone?
“anyone would feel like it’s too much if all they thought about was work,” he acknowledges and downs the rest of his drink. “sounds like you could use a break.”
“a break.. hell i’d even take a distraction just so i don’t have to think about it for a little while.”
you follow suit and drink the rest of your paloma in a few gulps, finally feeling the warmth from your first shot helping your body relax.
a break, a distraction.. neither of those options seemed possible at a time like this. if you take time off you have to close the shop and then you don’t make money and then you can’t pay rent on the shop or your apartment or buy items you need or pay miwa. you want to cry just thinking about it. so many things relied on you working and trying to figure this all out. a few drinks before bed was the most of a distinction you could afford.
toji calls for the bartender and doesn’t say anything before he’s pouring tojis brand of choice whiskey and two shots of tequila. you sit in silence, feeling the alcohol warm your insides, and watch the bartender pour your drinks. you’ve always known toji came here a lot, every random time you’ve shown up he’s usually here but you’re still not used to how he doesn’t even have to order because they know him so well.
he slides you one of the shots and takes the other for himself, clinking them together before you drink them and put the glasses down in tandem. your worried, tired eyes don’t go unnoticed by him when you reach up to play with the ice from your paloma with a straw once more.
he leans back in his chair, crossing one leg over the other, his ankle on his opposite thigh, and washes away the taste of tequila with his whiskey. you can tell by the look on his face he’s not a fan of tequila and whiskey was not a great chaser but one shot wasn’t going to kill him.
“i could distract you,” he says too casually but implying too much for your liking.
your cheeks burn and you find yourself speechless under the gaze of his narrow green eyes through dark lashes.
“what? scared of me all the sudden?” he raises an eyebrow and the corner of his lips turn up ever so slightly at the embarrassment on your face. like he was enjoying this embarrassed side of you.
“no!” you say probably too defensively and definitely too loudly but somehow you get your voice to quiet and slow. “it’s not that..”
you aren’t even sure what it is, what’s got you tongue tied and excited at the same time. you know toji to be cool and straight forward, he radiates the confidence of a man who gets what he wants, does what he wants and doesn’t let anyone stand in his way. so it shouldn’t surprise you that he’d say something as bold as this, as casually as he did. maybe it's the fact you can’t believe you’re actually considering taking him up on his offer.
“then what is it?” he doesn’t wait for you to answer before he uncrosses his legs and leans in closer to you, one hand on the back of your chair, the other still holding onto his glass. he’s giving you space to get away, tell him no but you don’t. he smells of cedar and whiskey; and right now you find it more intoxicating than the liquor in your system. “worried i wont be nice? you should know by now, i’m not a nice guy.”
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you don’t even make it past the entryway of your apartment before toji's lips, hungry and primal latch onto yours, traveling down your jaw and to your neck, his black hair tickling below your ear. the weight of his chest pins you against the door, his strong hands grabbing onto your ass and lifting your feet off the ground in the process. you take the opportunity to encase him between your thighs, feeling his hardening cock against your clothed core.
it’s impossible not to grind against his length but toji is having none of it, using his forceful grip to still your eager hips.
the cold air on your neck when he pulls away from your supple, reddening skin has goosebumps littering your body. his eyes are dark and focused on your every moment, down to the heaving of your chest and the hot air escaping your lips; a predator locked onto its prey.
“eagerness will get you nowhere with me kitten, you’d better behave.”
you nod in agreement, unable to get the words out of your mouth as you fight for breath. you’d listen perfectly if it meant he’d distract you.
his lips find yours once more and your hands make their way into his hair, tangling in the soft black locks more and more with each deepening of your kiss. with ease he supports your weight and carries you from the front entryway to your bedroom, following your breathless instructions between devouring kisses.
your body meets the mattress with force, your hair scattering behind you, your legs remaining open for him. you stare up at tojis face in the moonlight coming from your window. he doesn’t look like the man you thought him to be under the dark, silvery night; his figure towering over your much smaller body and his intense gaze sends a shiver down your spine and wet warmth between your legs.
his defined core and arm muscles ripple and flex as he lifts his shirt off of himself, relieving the unexpected mural that is spread across his entire chest and arms; tattoos of black clouds and flowers and in the center of it all, a large red snake baring its bloody fangs.
your eyes widen, your mind thinking of all the times in media you had seen art like this on others and you can feel your palms getting sweaty. what had you gotten yourself into? swallowing the saliva caught in your throat, you ask, “a-are you in the yakuza.. or something like that?”
“something like that,” he admits, looking down at his tattooed body and then back to you. “have you changed your mind? i warned you i wasn’t a good guy.”
despite talking and drinking at the same bar with him for a few years, you may not know much about him personally but you never thought or got the impression he’s put you or would put you in danger. it’s not like you were planning to date toji anyways, dating a mafia member was out of the question but fucking one didn’t seem like the worst idea you’ve had. who even knew if you’d even see him again after this and truthfully you aren’t sure it’s worth overthinking.
no, you hadn’t changed your mind.
3 months ago
“you wanna stay for dinner?” yuki asks gojo as they both find their discarded clothes on the ground and redress.
annoyance immediately fills satoru. she always asks and the answer is always no. why must she persist each time he comes over? he had meant to stop this little fling they had going on a while ago but each time after a hard time at work he found himself at her doorstep and in her bed; he just needed something to take the edge off, something to remind him he’s more than a man who’s only use is to eradicate problems and people for this family. more than a tool.
yuki had been apart of the family for years since her father is a higher up in the organization. she knows about his and satorus way of life and was happy to provide satoru some kind of release; after all she benefited just as much while in between boyfriends and lounging around until she was needed by her father.
and even when they did fuck, satoru wasn’t in a relationship with her and he never would be so why play pretend and sit together for a meal like a normal couple?
he looks behind him at her, watching her tie up her long hair into a ponytail from the other side of her queen sized bed. she raises an eyebrow at him when he doesn’t answer.
truthfully he is starving but whatever yuki could cook, or order because she doubt she does her own cooking, was not what he was craving. he needed something much sweeter after the day he had.
“not really,” he grumbles and returns back to buttoning up his shirt.
“well i guess i better tell you now then,” she smooths out her baggy sweater and looks at him with an expression that makes him wonder if she’s happy or upset.
god, if we were together you’d think she was getting ready to dump me, satoru thinks to himself, trying to anticipate what news she might be breaking to him.
“my father is discussing an arranged marriage to help strengthen the ties with the kusakabe clan so.. we should probably stop whatever this is,” she motions between them with her hand.
perfect timing. it’s much easier on him for her to put a stop to it anyways. it doesn’t come as a surprise that she’d be married off either. the relationship between the kusakabe clan and the gojo clan are in the beginning stages of a conflict that could stop their business together entirely. they’re getting more and more fed up with the treatment from the gojos but satoru knows it would be quite a loss if they were to cut ties entirely.
“fine by me.”
she walks him to the front door, giving him a smile when she looks between his legs and then back up to his face, as if to say goodbye to his dick because he highly doubts she’ll miss him all that much and he can say the feeling is mutual.
“know of any good bakeries nearby?” he asks with cold indifference.
she gives him a deadpan look.
“are sweets really the only thing on your mind right now? right after denying having dinner with me too?”
sure, things were supposed to be casual with him and gojo could admit she never tried to make it anything more than that, offering dinner was supposed to be casual he’s sure. satoru isn’t the kind of guy who you wanted to date anyways, she had to have known that upon first meeting him and since then he has no doubt her opinion on that has only grown stronger since they started this thing.
she punches him in the arm, “you ass. i thought you were going to give me some sweet goodbye.”
there’s only silence as gojo awaits the answer to his question. it’s not like he was never going to see her again, he’d probably be at her wedding along with the rest of the family.
she sneers in response to his silence, crossing her arms and rolling her eyes. “there's one on the corner up the road. take a right when you get out of here and go up a bit, it’s by the park.”
unexpectedly to even him, he pulls her into him, blonde hair brushing against his ear with her tall height. a friendly hug and one that's reciprocated, though it may even be the first one they’ve ever shared.
“thanks for all you’ve done for me,” he says quietly, giving her a squeeze. “take care yuki.”
normally satorus body feels a little lighter after leaving yukis place but that isn’t the case tonight. even when he found himself balls deep he couldn’t shake the thoughts that plagued his mind. very rarely did he question his choices but tonight he wonders if he’s doing the right thing sticking with the family, following orders - albeit on his own terms - and doing everyone else's dirty work. did he even deserve a better life after all he’s done? at what point are you in too far and there’s no turning back, no second chance at happiness? since when did he even care? and most of all, had he doomed the others he brought into it thinking he was protecting them?
he doesn’t even know what happiness looks like at this point. he thought it was the money, power and rising through the ranks until he could have it all but the deeper he gets the more he dislikes it and is convinced this isn’t happiness and that no one, not even the boss, ‘has it all’.
it hadn’t always felt this bad and he’s sure tomorrow he might feel differently but for tonight, it keeps his shoulder slumped, hands bunched in his pockets and snowy hair covering his eyes as he walks down the street kicking rocks as he goes.
just like yuki said, on the corner of a strip of shops across from the park is a small bakery; pink sakura leaves and a small mochi emblem on the door leading inside. when another customer exits, the smell of vanilla and sugar fills the air around satoru and his stomach grumbles. he just might die if he doesn’t eat something sweet soon.
“welcome!” the blue haired girl behind the counter greets him before turning to help an elderly lady standing at the cash register.
it’s a cute little shop; small but manageable and easy to get in and out of. there are two tables and some chairs sitting by the big window with the shades pulled up, bringing in the lights in the street and from surrounding shops. a big display case is at the end of the counter white counter, some smaller display cases on both sides of the cash register, only a few more things of bread left in each.
gojo heads straight to the main display, not nearly as empty as the others but still telling of the good day you must have had. his eyes sparkle and his mouth waters at the tasty looking treats still inside. the purin looks beyond perfect; caramel glaze dripping off the top of the custard and onto the little plate like it was about to be a part of a magazine. assorted cookies, strawberry shortcake, dango and a little sign saying ask at the counter for mochi, with the flavors of the day listed.
“what can i get you?”
the friendly voice tears satorus attention from the baked goods and he’s met with the face of a woman that looks just as sweet as any of one of these treats. your sparkling eyes are illuminated by the lights of the display case, they are the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen and your beaming smile is a sight for sore eyes; honest and kind. it helps him throw all his worries out the window, all that’s on his mind now is the pretty girl and sugary sweets in front of him.
everything looks so delicious, including you, how could he possibly pick?
“one of everything, please,” he says. he doesn’t have to say much to lay on the charm, he lets his eyes do most of that and it seems to be working.
your pink cheeks and surprised eyes only makes you look that much more adorable. oh, was satoru glad he made his way here tonight.
“e-everything?”
“everything,” he smirks.
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satorus mouth waters just thinking about all the treats he ate that night while he makes his way to the bakery. he may buy one of everything again today since gas station candies were not cutting it for him these past couple of days while he was gone for work. nothing was the same as your pastries, no gas station clerk was as pretty as you or made him smile the way you did.
he couldn’t get to the bakery fast enough.
he also couldn’t be more disappointed about the line out the door once he arrives. this busy on a thursday in the early afternoon? he’s come by at this time before and it’s never been like this but he supposes he has no choice but to wait. as the line moves forward and he’s able to peek through the window he notices the shop is missing its blue haired cashier. you come from the back with a tray full of freshly baked cookies and an aura satoru swears he’s never seen from you before.
coming in as often as he did, probably overstaying more than he should but he couldn’t help and you never complained, meant that satoru got to see some sides of you most customers didn’t. he’s seen you frustrated and overworked, he’s also seen you in relief, amusement and content happiness. but even through all his flirting with you he’s never once seen the pleased smile that’s on your face today or the glow behind it; not even a little stressed with how busy it is and the fact you’re running things by yourself.
he’s seen this glow, this smile before - he himself has provided it to others - but he’s never seen it on you and it lights an unfamiliar, uncomfortable, feeling in his chest that he can’t swallow down.
it’s not necessarily that he was hoping you’d be sad in his absence. okay maybe he was, knowing you were missing him would boost his ego quite a bit. but he never thought he’d come back to see you basically illuminating the bakery in your after sex glow or that he would be annoyed about it.
you’re a grown ass woman. so what if you were having sex? why should that matter to him? you aren’t his girlfriend or even anyone he’s dating at all. it shouldn’t matter that he’s wondered before what you would look like underneath him or how pretty your face would be after he makes a mess of you. he made himself hold back because he wanted to keep coming back here and he knew if he fucked you and never asked you out again that would have to stop.
you haven't had sex yet because he made it so but that didn’t mean he wanted to see you like this because of somebody else. plus, he knows he could make you feel a million times better than whoever this guy was.
the line dies down as he walks in and he wonders if you spot him near the door behind others. either way, you are unable to give him your attention with the last dozen or so customers that remain in the shop waiting to be taken care of, himself being the last one. he approaches the counter just as the couple sitting at one of the tables near the window walks out, the door bell jingling behind them.
“hey satoru!” you greet with a smile that was somehow brighter than the one you had worn when he first saw you today. “it’s been a few days, i was starting to worry about you.”
so you were thinking of him in his absence? good.
normally he’d take off his glasses, showcase his ocean eyes but today he keeps them on, thankful the dark lenses would hide his deep stare that he’s trying to keep from you entirely.
like you were unsure if he heard your welcome, you try again and he catches the unsteadiness in your voice. “i’ve got some new cake i’ve been trying to perfect, it's german chocolate. want a piece?”
“you must have been getting lonely trying new recipes by yourself.” he can hear the hostility behind his words.
“i don’t really mind baking by myself,” you say and he watches you bite your bottom lip and look down before trying to meet his gaze again with more confidence, a flirty lace to your tone. “but having a taste tester is always better.”
a very unwelcomed image of someone else tasting you pops into his head.
“i’m sure,” he replies through a clenched jaw.
hurt is painted all over your face and he feels his chest tighten knowing he was the one that made it so but your expression, dropping down to his tie instead of his face, is quickly morphing into something more akin to shame and then confusion.
if he’s being honest, he’s feeling just as confused as you look.
satoru didn’t get jealous, he’d swear up and down he’s not even now and yet, the thought of you with someone else has his blood boiling. the thought that while he was gone another had your attention made him beyond irritated, left his heart beating out of sync.
what were you doing to him?
it’s not too late, he decides in the awkward silence permeating between you. after all he was satoru gojo; handsome, charming, funny and he already had you on his hook. he may have to stop coming by after making you scream his name in bed, he’s not one for second dates or these particular attachments, but it was worth it to satisfy this annoying sting in his chest and finally give into his desire.
he calls your name, bringing you from your own thoughts and when he finally looks at you without his glasses on, the way your eyes light up, a complete 360 from your previous expression when you were deep in thought, brings him to smile and leaves a comforting warmth pooling in his chest.
you were too cute and he couldn’t wait to eat you up, show you there’s no one better than him.
“may i take you out on a date this weekend?”
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main masterlist | chapter two: maybe not so lonely ➮➮➮
#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x you#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen gojo#gojou saturo#gojou satoru x reader#family + loyalty au
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Jayfeather keeps the secret that his friends aren't actually blessed with powers like they think, fearing for what will befall their friendship should he do so.
But the prophecy won't be fulfilled unless he gathers the true gifted cats.
Spoiler: Does not go well. Jayfeather loses the support of pretty much everyone, including his siblings + best friend/crush, Kestrelflight.
#warrior cats#po12#au#art#jayfeather#lionblaze#kestrelflight#minnowtail#dawnpelt#hollyleaf#chi#hollyleaf comes around but she's questioning things#flametail betrays everyone#harespring ostracizes the others and promises loyalty to Onestar#willowshine thinks she doesn't belong in her family
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🍑 𝘼 𝙎𝙄𝙈𝙋𝙇𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙐𝙍-𝙀𝘼𝙍𝙀𝘿 𝘽𝙊𝙔 🍑|| Wukong's Mom AU
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➤ This is a oneshot involving @journey-to-the-au's Clover + Marshal Liu!
➤ This is hurt/comfort.
➤ death to SEM bro.
➤ TRIGGER WARNINGS include angst, hurt/comfort, self-deprication, minor injury, referenced identity theft, referenced framing, and referenced manipulation.
➤ Word count: 1,372
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❝ I am just a simple russian girl, I've got vodka in my blood .❞
The guards are none too gentle as they throw the boy into the holding cell, making him cry out as his skin splits on rough stone. The pain is immediate, proving to him that what's happening is real—that the mighty troop of Huāguǒshān truly believes Clover poisoned their beloved King.
"W-Wait!" Clover cries, righting himself as quickly as he can. "Wait, please—!"
He reaches out to the guards, faces that had once looked on him with kindness and friendliness, only to recoil when one snaps at him, long fangs bared threatening. The boy, unfamiliar with such displays, especially from anyone on the mountain, tucks his arms close to his chest and scrambles backwards until he's pressed firmly against the wall. But even as he's out of reach of fang or claw, he can't escape their eyes.
Wrath, regret, disappoinment. Did he prove them wrong? Or prove some of them right?
"You're lucky it's us that were ordered to escort you and not Xīnshù," a mousey brown-grey male—Cypress—spits out. "If she had, I doubt you'd have made it here."
The male beside him, Pecan, scoffs. "You've an atrocious amount of gall, poisoning our King. And during a festival, no less—"
"I didn't!" Clover cries, surprising even himself at the sheer desperation that pours out of him. "I didn't do it, I'd never do it! The mountain..."
Is all I have, he wants to say. But his throat closes and he can't get the words out, try as he might. Cypress and Pecan shake their heads, closing the door and locking him into the cell.
As they turn to leave, Cypress pauses. Then, over his shoulder:
"We should have chased you out the moment you arrived, Sì'ěr."
And then Clover is alone.
Again.
The holding room is dark, barely lit by a single torch Pecan left behind. It's cold and wet and it smells like dust, like it hasn't been used in... forever. If he focuses hard enough, the four-eared macaque can get whiffs of a copper tang, making his stomach turn. So instead he buries his face into his knees and wraps his arms and tail around his legs, trying to calm himself.
You can explain. They'll understand. It wasn't me, it was—
...his own grandfather.
What had Clover done wrong? What had influenced his grandfather to... to trick him, to trick the entire troop (the one he was sworn to protect)? And why did he let Clover take the fall? Surely he didn't do it on purpose? They were family, after all; as far as blood went, they were all they had left of each other. That had to mean something.
But that smile before unconsciousness had claimed him... Clover has never seen his grandfather so happy before.
A storm of emotion lights him up inside. Rage at having been framed and tricked, grief for what he could lose, fear of what will happen if he can't convince the troop it wasn't him.
What are they thinking right now? He wonders, hot tears building in his eyes. Does Miss Xīnshù feel validated? Does she think I'm a monster? What about the queen mothers?
And then his stomach drops.
What about Pear? Mulberry, Apple, the rest of his darling friends so lovingly dubbed the Fruit Troop? What was Rin-Rin thinking? Was she worried, and if she was, for what? For him, or for her daughter, who was so often within his grasp? What... what about—
The door opens and Clover clamps his hands over his ears, waiting for the screech of stone grinding on itself. Only it never comes, at least not at the intensity he was prepared for, as if the person opening it was taking great care to avoid any unpleasant sound. But considering it's certainly not hush-hush that Clover is down here (and the only one, too), he can't imagine who'd grant him such generosity.
As a familar figure appears, silhouetted by the corridor behind them and illuminated in the dim torch light, Clover understands.
"L-Liú," Clover gasps, scrambling to his feet. He hurries to the front of the cell, hands wrapped tightly around the bars despite how it irritates the scrapes. "I'm so glad you're here."
Marshal Liú doesn't reply. He enters the room in silence, the door closing behind him. Neither does he spare Clover so much as a glance as he pads to a few more sconces and lights them. When Liú finally approaches the cell, he presses his back to the wall beside it, arms crossed. His face is pinched, eyebrows drawn together and nose wrinkled in a thinking expression. The quietness of it all is unnerving, almost suffocating for the boy. But he keeps silent, not daring to break it.
"The troop is furious," Liú finally says. Clover feels his heart pound anxiously. "Xīnshù especially, considering little Blueberry's birth."
"...I know," Clover murmurs, ears pinned.
"And to make matters worse, Wisdom and Courage have been poisoned, too."
Clover's ears immediately perk, eyes wide as fear settles into his body.
No, no, no, he couldn't have—I couldn't have... He didn't...
"Thankfully, they seem to just be asleep. Beng reckons they'll wake in a few hours," Liú continues, and the four-eared macaque can't help but suck in a deep breath of relief.
They're alright. They're going to be fine.
But is he?
Liú steps in front of Clover, then squats, meeting his eyes.
"You understand how bad this is, Clover," Liú says. "The queen mothers and the King are unconscious, save for a single clone, and you were seen both giving Wùkōng tea and giving the mothers fruit. Somehow."
The two lapse into silence with Clover trembling, tears threatening to escape him again.
Liú slowly raises a hand to cover one of the boy's, holding it gently. "No matter how we look at the evidence, you're responsible, Clover."
A sob breaks loose; he can't help it. Clover knows how bad this looks for him, knows that the odds are not in his favor. The amount of people undoubtedly on his side are barely a fraction of Huāguǒshān and no doubt will lose their power when faced with Xīnshù and the Wùkōng clone.
"I didn't do it," Clover sobs, pressing his forehead against the bars. He bends until he's nearly kowtowing, though he refuses to move his hands from Liú's. "I didn't do it. Please believe me."
Liú make a soft noise—a gentle grunt meant to soothe infants, and Clover would perhaps be embarrassed if it didn't work so well.
"I know," Liú soothes. "I know. Rin-Rin and I know you didn't." His free hand snakes through the bars and cradles Clover's face, careful of his ears, and raises his face.
Clover sputters and uses a sleeve to messily wipe his face, shaking. "I'm so sorry," he weeps, eyes shut tight. "It's all my fault. I-I'm so stupid! I'm not even smart enough to g-get my stupid powers under control! M-Maybe if I did, I could've stopped all this!"
And I'd know if Grandpa was really lying to me the whole time, he adds within his thoughts, his teeth biting into his tongue at the wave of anger that bristles down his back.
"Stop that," Liú coos, gentle. "It's not your fault, Clover. I know it's not. You're..."
Clover barely notices the pause, too caught up in all his feelings. But when a second hand cradles his face and pulls him close, his forehead barely ghosting against Liú's, he's granted a brief moment of confused reprieve.
"Liú...?" He asks softly, noticing the wet sheen in the marshal's eyes with a prick of concern.
"You're my boy," Liú whispers, voice cracking. "And in a few days, we'll catch who really did this and you'll come home."
Clover sniffles, fighting off tears once again, and laughs a little. "And Rin-Rin won't let me leave."
"And Rin-Rin won't let you leave," Liú confirms, laughing a little too.
So the two sit there, cooing softly to each other and wiping away tears and fears alike.
And when Liú has to leave, Clover keeps his chin up.
I'm not alone, he thinks.
Blue eyes flash before his mind's eye, and a determined look settles on his face.
And I won't lose to you.
❝ So I dance with brown bears, and my soul is torn apart .❞
#cain speaks#[ 🧨 ]#cain writes#[ 🩸 ]#xiyouji#journey to the west au#jttw au#wukong's mom au#if it's kinda choppy near the end i'm sorry BGBHFD vocab is hard#story is also hard#tear the liu/clover found family out of my cold dead hands#i made up some guys cause uhh filler?#idk#uhh my excuse for clover not being like “y'all it was SEM!!” is bc he still has a sense of loyalty to him#+ he's questioning himself so he doesn't want to get SEM in trouble if he's wrong#hope we enjoy!!
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Philza Year Wrap
All my Philza designs for my AUs. Or the more interesting ones, limited space and all that.
From left to right:
Dragon + scaled is from Fault
Lab coat is from Where, then, do your loyalties lie?
Antlers is from Lord, what fools these mortals be!
Suit is from Mandatory Family Reunion
Lantern is from Lighting Lanterns to Bring You Home
Ragged Crow is from Golden Apples (Gilded Atrophy)
And silly little interaction page!
#im sad to say thats probably the best gun I've ever drawn and you can barely even tell#it's almost unfair how much cooler his drip is compared to Tommy#Mfr doing 👉👈 with a gun is my favorite#Philza#philza minecraft#philza fanart#philza fanfic#Mumza#mumza fanart#I love how much prettier Lord!’s wings are compared to Golden Apple’s#Also Fault would totally murder Loyalties no question about it#“YOU WORK FOR THE FOUNDATION!?”#“Yeah neither of us are happy about it mate!”#Tw blood#tw gun#Oh my god I forgot Lord!’s wings in one panel oops lol#fault au#mandatory family reunion#something to nom on
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She swept him with her gaze and it was very clear that Anakin was before a tribunal of one.
He had put aside most of the suit—the pieces that he was able to—in favor of wearing the more comfortable attire that anyone serving with General Anakin Skywalker would have recognized.
Her eyes locked onto his like a plasma missile and Sola fired her opening salvos.
“Padme tried to explain things about the Force to me,” she told him in chilly tones. “And over the years, I have spoken with Obi-Wan when I can because I have two children who need to understand it.”
He could not help the tightening of his jaw at his old mentor’s name and Sola saw this, eyes narrowing.
“I do not know much,” she continued, stepping into his space and lifting her chin to keep his gaze. “But I know this—-if I had that power, it is I who would have been hunting you, Vader .”
He would not flinch. Much worse had happened to him than Sola Naberrie’s wrath. But to see her there—feel the hot fury pouring off of her, to see all that was familiar and yet not—-it was like his flesh was being stripped from his remaining limbs.
#star wars#star wars original trilogy#star wars au#firmus piett#admiral piett#sola Naberrie#leia organa#luke skywalker#anakin skywalker#darth Vader#general veers#maximilian veers#Doctor Henley#adoption#romance#family on the run#marriage#friendship#Loyalty
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The Lady Guuji extends her hand, and Kunikuzushi stays.
Fast art of an au that’s been rotting in my brain these days, found family is my weakness
#genshin impact#yae miko#scaramouche#kunikuzushi#yae guuji#genshin au#haven't done the last archon quest yet pls don't spoil it#anyway THE POSSIBILITIES#they're both such interesting characters and so fucking lonely istg#gimme kinda awkward but trying to hide it mom Miko#and rebel teen Scara who's still very grateful that someone reached out to him after he got discarded#cue 500 years later Ei being forced to come out of her room for the most awkward family reunion ever#also miko still being for the 'as soon as she unblocks me the marriage is back on' thing but also grown protective of scara#and scara really not understanding all the love and loyalty miko has for ei but slowly accepting it's important to her#UGH SO MUCH FUN STUFF#bun's art
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warden!Hawke bonding with Cousland’s mabari …
#does the mabari dislike hawke because cousland did?#does it have a hard time imprinting on a new master?#is hawke missing his own dog — who’s back with his family of course#hawke slowly winning over the dog’s loyalty and trust#fuckin. inserting a horse girl sideplot into my au#warden hawke au#this has been a post
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Ugh now i'm thinking.... what will happen when Lance, fucked up and irreversably changed, comes back to Earth? How would it feel for him to see his family and friends after everything hes been trough?
(if you can torture him then i might as well join the party)
(I am so sorry this is so late) Welcome aboard on langst train! Here we torture Lance as enrichment for both ourselves and our boy!
Ok i am going to be honest here, i dont really have much planned out for Lance as much as i had Kuron planned out. I do think that part of his spiral is because of differences grown between him and his family. Like i imagine this au taking place a few years after Allura "died" (yes it took years for Allura to like become alive, gather herself, gain back her strength, and search her way back home).
During that time Lance was with his family. And he's Happy! He finally got back to his family! He has achieved his dream! He even met his hero! So he should be happy or atleast at peace right?
Wrong! There is Allura's death he is mourning, he is dealing with trauma from war, he feels guilty and mourning Kuron's death, he feels aimless and directionless, he died, while his family is still alive i am pretty sure his home and earth is not in good shape.
And then there is his family. And at first glance it feels like everything is fine and dandy but as time goes on they realize that well things have changed, specifically they all have changed. Lance is more reserved, isolating himself, ticking all boxes of depression. Like it is still him but also practically a shell of himself. His family has changed too, they are clingier to him and each other while also being reserved themselves. But they are trying! Trying to be the people they used to be! Especially Lance who's acting like Nothing Happened at all!
All of them want to go Back To Way Things Were, but are too changed to do it. They all expect the other to be the same and that Lance returning would have fixed things except it did not. It really did not, if anything it kinda caused the drift to grow wider and wider.
While this is all going on Lance's powers are manifesting, and they start with growing sensitivity towards quintessence, mood swings, knowledge about things he shouldnt have, etc etc. And one day he just snaps and runs away, and no one has any idea where he is, and he is only found when Kuron is alive again (btw he went full fmab on his body, made the body from scratch, stole Kuron from Shiro's mind and succeeded, suck on that Elric bros) which results in his coma where he is actually in astral plane falling more into his powers and the horror and how it is changing him.
And the worst is he is both hating and loving it. To him he can finally do something, these powers can help him help others, right his wrongs, save others like he saved Kuron, so he just throws himself into learning more about it and about quintessence and actively choosing to let it change him more because than he will finally become something that needed for others since "Lance" was clearly not enough. But he also hates it because he just wants to go back to way things were, back to the way he used to be. And his powers are very affected by all this which further affect his mind so it is a downward spiral all the way down.
Also the powers are not good for him at all, or any humans for that matter. It is not exactly killing him anymore but it is not good for his sanity.
In short to answer your question, it will be bad, it will be so bad, no one in this house is coping at all, shit's hitting the roof my dude
#Girl help i went missing for 2 years and my family now has separation anxiety#lance voltron#lance serrano#lance mcclain#vld lance#lance vld#post s8 au#voltron legendary defender#voltron#vld#empty thoughts#lance is very interesting and complex character to me#I have like few traits that are must in his character#First is duality- for every trait he has he will also have a contradiction to it#Like yes he is selfless and works best as a team player but he also really wants to showoff and can be selfish#He is incredibly emotional mature and great observational skills but he can also be so 17 year old class clown about it#he is the most extroverted talkative person there is he is also so lonely#He is the most genuine guy ever he is facades over facades over#He is laidback but he is also efficient and will get shit done#The only exception is his undying loyalty he will ride and die for you#But even the ppl he cares about depends entirely on him Pidge cld eldctrocute him in s1 and he didnt even care but Keith cldnt even breathe#in his direction in s1#And this bleeds into his wishes as well#Every wish of his that got fulfilled had a price#He is in space? He misses his family. He is in a supercool hero team like he wanted? He wonders if he's doing enough.#He is dating the girl he liked? Well it wasnt healthy for either for them#He is a tragic character in the role of a comedic character playing a hero character#his thing is that he is human in all human messiness and glory#he is adaptable and fits in every role that is needed of him but never in the role he wanted or in the way he wanted#truly an enby bi icon
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I had no idea editing a longfic was this ANNOYING! I have created so many Situations for myself that there isn't really a good way to resolve. These two characters have nearly the same name, but that stupid placeholder name stuck and now I feel like if I change it, it won't be the same character.
I have another character who needs to fuck off an get out of the story at a certain point and I have not figured out how to explicitly explain that to the reader yet. He currently vanishes into the ether and that is a thing I have to fix.
I'm not sure how many scattered vignettes with little context I can get away with in one story. This fic runs the gamut from 'scattered vignettes that kinda fit together somehow' to 'excruciating level of detail for entire chapters' and it feels very weird to have one singular fic be that stylistically variable but I don't think I can change it now.
And I have a bunch of little scenes that could go nearly anywhere in the story and I'm not sure quite where to put them.
Oh, and then there's also the multiple canon characters I straight up forgot about and left out of the story? Where are they? No idea. Why? Also no idea. But I have made my bed and now I must lie in it. Or rather, I've made like six different beds (fic problems) and now I must lie in all of them (either find a way to fix them or just explain them in the author's notes).
#this is the only longfic i've ever been able to write#it's the only one i've ever had more than a passing interest in writing#it came along like a year and a half ago and took over my brain for several months#and i feel like i love it and also its a mess all at once#and god only knows if anyone would read it if i even let it out into the world but i still want to do it#i always seem to have that urge with my writing. like it's not quite finished until i send it out into the world.#i don't know if i've told yall anything about this one#i call it the torchwood qpr au. because it is.#about a qpr. and a poly relationship. and it's about happy endings and family and loyalty and grief and healing.#it's about medicine and aliens and environmental science and maybe just a little bit of anthropology#it's got so much of myself in it - more than anything else i've written which is wild because like the majority of my work is author-insert#but i really did pour bits of all differnt pieces of myself into this#hylian rambles#writer problems#hylian writes fanfic
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family + loyalty
chapter two: maybe not so lonely | 7.7k+ words
satoru gojo x fem!reader | mafia au
chapter warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, mentions of minor character death, angst, fluff, a bit of unwanted touching from another character, profanity, pet names
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years ago..
the spring air was so sweet compared to the pencil and parchment scent that lingered in the classroom despite the windows being open most of the day towards the end of the school year. you’re sure it’s a stale smell you won't ever forget but the blooming cherry blossoms brought with them so much life and beauty and with the next step of your life awaiting you, graduating high school and attending baking school you were waiting to hear of your acceptance into, you couldn’t help but bask in everything they had to offer as you stepped out of the school and were blanketed in the pink petals and their subtle scent in the breeze.
you would only do this a few more times, you realize and hug your textbooks closer to your chest as if it might comfort the tightness in your chest, your friends chatter muffled in the background of your thoughts about the future. about how all your hard work and tears in the kitchen throughout your entire childhood, failing and learning with your parents right beside you, having them work double shifts and late nights to pay for everything you needed, to one day open a shop you had dreamed of, were finally going to pay off and come to fruition.
for so long you had talked about how you couldn’t wait to grow up and be doing what you love already but now that it was so close, within your grasp and at the precipice of the life you had always known and an entire world you had yet to experience, you wondered how ready for that you actually are.
what was waiting for you there? a mixture of failure and success but could you make it through the failure? was there love? friendship? money? what choices will you have to make and what if they were wrong? what if you couldn’t do it?
a familiar honking car horn catches your attention and when you’re pulled from your thoughts, you look up from the petal covered ground and your black school shoes to see your parents in their car waving at you excitedly.
your heart can’t help but race. they rarely picked you up from school, let alone together and they were never good at hiding their emotions so their goofy grins making you very curious and even relieved.
maybe it was okay that you were.. well scared. the future was full of the unknown, the ever changing and fear but you wouldn’t be alone. your parents would be with you every step of the way. of that much you were certain.
“see ya later guys,” you say to your friends who all give their goodbyes at the same time in a messy melody of their voices that has you chuckling as you walk in the direction of your parents.
you don’t know why you stopped. you don’t know what brought your attention to the cross walk not far from where your parents were waiting for you but it was as if the universe herself reached out to grab ahold of your shoulders and force you to halt your movements and with a hand as gentle as the breeze, guided you to look in the direction you were needed the most.
first you saw the large suv going far too fast when the light coming up in front of them was red and then, two small dark haired children crossing the street hand in hand, the boy pouting up at the older girl with knitted brows, unaware of their surroundings.
your body moved before you could even think straight, dropping your books and shedding your backpack in one swift motion. your feet hit the ground hard and fast in what felt like the world moving in slow motion, crushing the sakura petals under your running steps that only grew faster and faster.
a flash of seafoam colored eyes from the small black haired boy, round and shaking before you shoved him out of the way with all your strength, was the last thing you saw before the world went black, aching and cold, where you couldn’t move or breathe.
your hearing slowly followed, the sound of crushing metal calming to make way for the crying screams of those who were around you. and like a lullaby to a sleep you tried to fight off, the soft pleas of your father from a place you couldn’t discern, ‘i have to save her, have to get her help, have to- have to…’ was the chorus that finally pulled you from consciousness and into a lone darkness.
✧˚ · .
you thought it lovely and unfair how pictures could bring back such vivid memories, make you tear up and have your heart aching but we look at and cherish them all the same.
mom bought the frame around the particular pictures you had pulled from your closet when looking for an outfit for your date tonight. the frame was special for your high school graduation. on one side fits a picture of your first day of school ever, your height not even reaching your parents' hips who were on either side of you with wide smiles. each of your small hands inside one of theirs, smiling just as brightly as they are, if not a bit toothless.
the other side was supposed to be for your graduation picture, where your parents should have been beside you, diploma in hand, smiling happily like in the first picture though quite older now. but it’s not anything like that. instead it’s you alone, your legs bruised purple and yellow under your uniform skirt, bandages on your face and arms from the glass that cut you after your parents car took the brunt of the crash they saved you from. you tried to smile for the picture your teacher asked to take of you, you knew she meant well even if you would have rather not, but your half assed smile is hollow, hardly there at all.
it took years to put the photo in the frame, you didn’t need to be reminded of that day. your loneliness was reminder enough. but mom and dad were so excited about the frame, had it specially made so you could remember the changes throughout the year. they just never expected that the changes would include them dying, leaving you behind and by yourself. eventually, when the grief was just there rather than your entire life and the cuts and bruises had long faded, you put the picture in the frame but could never get yourself to display it.
you don’t regret your choice that day, to run into the street and push those children out of harm's way. you don’t know what became of them, you might never know, but you hoped they were living their best life and that maybe one day, when the stars align and fate is on your side, you’ll come together again. you don’t need or want thanks or pity for your parents' sacrifice, you just wanted them to know that even though you don’t know their names or anything about them, they hold a special place in your heart, one full of hope and reminders that even in the worst of times, there can be good.
putting the picture where it normally hid in your closet, you come to sit on the edge of your bed and clasp the straps of the heels you opted to wear tonight knowing satoru would be here to pick you up any minute. not paying attention to your fiddling of the metal buckle as you tighten the strap on each ankle, your mind wanders to places you wish it hadn’t. back to your pit of solitude that is deeper than you want to admit, but less dark and cold than it once was and maybe even turning brighter.
your circle of friends has always been small, kept at arm's length, but so very important to you, and now satoru was making his way in there as well - if he hadn’t forced his way in from the start - the pressure of him threatening to push past the comfortable distance you kept everyone at.
you don’t know if you should resist it or let him come crashing into you like a comet. so unsure and scared that he’d fill a place in your heart without even trying just to be quickly pulled out of your orbit by his own choice or another force.
it felt ridiculous to be thinking about such things on your first date with the man but, according to miwa, it’s been a long time coming. and she might be right. if you had done this sooner, might you have been saving your heart that already doesn’t want to lose the way he makes you feel, the constant way he makes you smile and laugh and attracts you like a moth to a flame?
and miwa.. she was closing up the bakery by herself tonight for the first time. hopefully she didn’t feel too overwhelmed. you had apologized more than once for having to leave it all to her but knowing what you were taking off early for, she was happy to do it. you trust her but there’s still a chance she accidently burned the shop to the ground.
maybe this wasn’t the best idea for so many reasons..
a knock on the front door of your apartment stops your thoughts completely and causes you to release the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. standing, giving yourself one last glance over in the mirror across the room, your hands slide down the silky fabric of your tight dress and for a moment you see that same heartbroken girl in her graduation picture, standing on wobbly legs and taking unsure steps towards the first hand she might dare to reach out for after so many years.
you hurry from your room, grabbing your small clutch from the coffee table as you pass by and feel all of your anxiousness from before melting into a forgotten puddle at your feet at the sight of satoru standing at the threshold of your door.
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a different kind of nerves settle in your chest the deeper you get into the packed club, limitless, with booming bass from the club speakers vibrating through your chest and hardly enough room to move without brushing up against so many. you keep pressed close to satoru, which he doesn’t seem to mind when he settles a large hand at the small of your back and uses his figure to shield you from clubbers bumping into each other on a busy saturday night.
as you pass by waiters roaming from place to place and bouncers blocking off the lounges and other private rooms, they all say their hellos and good evenings to satoru, addressing him so formally, asking if he needs anything, which you can’t help but look up at him with a snicker at.
he looks down at you with a raised eyebrow and adorable smile. “watcha laughing about, hm?” he leans in close as he speaks, enough you can feel his chest pressed into your shoulder and smell his cologne, the movement of his hand now resting on your hip making you feel a little weak in the knees.
“oh nothing, mr. gojo,” you exaggerate the last part with a giggle you can’t hold back because you really don’t think the title fits the playful man he actually is. something about satoru just fit him so well you think.
he told you once such formalities reminded him of his father and he didn’t like that much and miwa was the only person you ever heard call him that, even though he’s told her to call him by his first name plenty of times.
squeezing your hip with a twinkle in his eyes, he breaks his gaze away from yours but the smile you left on his face remains as he leads you up a flight of stairs you hadn’t noticed you were standing in front of until now. made of dark glass, each step is illuminated by pink and blue neon lights that bleed into lavender, matching the light display behind the dj booth on the main floor.
the private lounge is much better, quieter. far less sweaty people and not so cramped with each group sitting in private booths and a single bartender in the middle of it all. the music is still coming up from the main floor and a small dance floor balcony that overlooks the dj booth that has a few couples enjoying the music.
the same neon blue lights wrap around the room, turning a darker shade of blue and purple around the booths and lining the ceiling. it’s sparkling and modern; glass fixtures hanging from the ceiling, dark upholstered booths and a view of nearly the whole club below. waiting for you was a private booth, appetizers and sugary treats already spread out along with an opened bottle of a wine he said he’d thought you’d enjoy.
after a while of talking, sharing everything because satoru insisted, except for the wine but you supposed it made sense that such a sweet tooth as satoru wouldn’t enjoy the bitterness and burn of alcohol. you didn’t have much wine yourself and even though this isn’t a usual date you might like, not being incredibly into clubbing, you were easily whisked away to the dance floor, always feeling so free and happy around satoru, with or without alcohol, and as you danced, never being more than inches apart, all you could focus on was him.
your skin tingles with warmth everywhere he touches you, your cheeks with a slight ache at the smiling you couldn’t stop every time he twirled you around or held your hand and gods he had your entire being burning when he pulls you against his body, chest to chest, sharing every breath.
as if he didn’t already have all of your attention, he says your name and pulls you even closer to him with both hands on your hips. he leans in closer, the tips of his white hair tickling your cheek as he says, “you’re gorgeous,” his voice deep and a bit breathless.
you hold onto his light button up shirt tightly, barely breathing when you hide your face in his chest, not knowing if he would hear you and hoping he wouldn’t when the words came flying out before you could think about them. “you said that when you picked me up..”
he chuckles, his chest vibrating underneath your hands. “i meant it then too,” is his reply, soft pink lips brushing against your ear with every word and you can feel his smile when he adds. “i’ll tell you again if you’d like.”
you needed to breathe in something other than satoru before your legs gave way, he was practically holding you up as is but you somehow found the strength to pull away from his chest with a soft ‘c’mon’ and bring him back to your booth with your hand still in his and he easily follows at your heels.
when the ice old water you drink doesn’t stop the heat in your chest or the help push back the butterflies in your stomach that were surely going to make their way up your throat you run off to the restroom, though satoru stays close then too, waiting for you a bit away from the bathroom entrance on the main floor.
the bathroom is blinding compared to the rest of the club, bright fluorescent lights against gray tile. your heels echo against the walls as you walk from the door to the sink farthest from the door. it still seems to be empty in here and the girls that do walk in a minute or so later are too drunk to see you standing there giving yourself a pep talk, or a lecture, you weren’t really sure which it is yet.
whatever it was, your heart needed to get a grip. you didn’t even know where to start dissecting your feelings and thoughts and in a club mid date wasn’t the best time or place for that but the least you could do was try to steady your breathing and simmer the fluttering wings that had just now started to beat softer against your rib cage.
you don’t doubt it won’t be the only time satoru pulls this reaction from you tonight but you also want to get back to him so with a check over yourself, fixing a few strands of hair and pulling down the hem of your dress a bit, you go to find your date once more.
he said he’d wait for you right outside the restroom's entrance but when you walk out, he’s nowhere to be found. it takes a few seconds for your eyes to adjust back to the darker light and by the time you spot his white head of hair above everyone else's in the distance, his back towards you, you’re stopped from taking another step forward.
before you can register what’s happening, someone's grabbed you by the wrist and pulled you onto the packed dance floor. you try to fight it, try prying the large hand off of you with little success, the person holding you doesn’t budge. your eyes are fixed in the direction of your date, seeing satorus figure disappear behind person after person as you're dragged through the crowd of people, almost stumbling over your own feet, and it makes you sickly nervous, your hands sweaty, your chest tightening.
finally looking at the person who grabbed you, you see a man who's much taller than you, though not quite like satoru, a large scar over his eye, his dark hair tied atop his head. his entire body is so broad and easily hiding you from view when he backs you up near a loudspeaker. it's hard to move or think or do anything and from the little space you can make out from past his shoulder, you see you’ve found yourself on the other end of the dance floor, near defenseless.
he somehow seems familiar but it feels that way with a lot of people since you see dozens and dozens of different faces at the bakey everyday but it’s not that.. the scar over his left eye is the most familiar part of him and yet you can’t place exactly where you’ve seen him before. it makes you feel even more uneasy.
when the strange man says your name like he knows you, your body screams that despite your fear and anxiousness you have to move and try to get out of this. standing here was not an option.
“it’d be easier if you didn’t resist,” he says, leaning down to your ear to speak so you can hear him over the booming speakers. your eyes widen, your throat feeling like it was going to be close up but you still struggle against him. “-i’d like to ask you a few questions.”
ask you a few questions? what the fuck? get out of here- come on, move. you see him reach into his pocket with his free hand but you don’t wait to see what he has.
“get away from me,” you hiss, your voice so unfamiliar to yourself, finally able to rip your hand away from his grip but the force knocks you into the speaker behind you. he doesn’t try to grab you again but as you try to push past him he doesn’t budge. why was he so freakishly strong? if you weren’t giving him a death glare before, you certainly were now. “i said, get away from me. you should know better than to touch someone against their will.”
you see a small opening through the crowd as he lifts his arm and slip through, quick on your feet as you weave through people, moving as fast as your erratic heart would allow and not caring to look back. you’re almost at the edge on the dance floor, your eyes frantically looking for satoru, your arms wrapping around you for some kind of safety but you are stopped once again when you feel that terribly familiar hand on your arm, tugging you backwards.
it's a last resort to turn to violence but you wouldn’t take this any longer. if your verbal warming wasn’t enough then you didn’t have a choice even if you felt like you’re on the verge of tears. you turn, ready to kick him in the shins with your heel and run into the street or to find your date, whichever was closer but before you can do anything else or shed a tear, an arm wraps around your shoulders and pulls you into a hard body that smells so sweet and feels like a blanket of safety and warmth.
you see the long sleeve of satorus shirt in your side view as he grabs the man's arm with not nearly the same gentleness as which he held you. you can tell by the way his knuckles are turning white that he’s got a vice grip on the stranger.
satoru may be lankier but he was by no means weaker and wasn’t about to back down, you could see it in his darkening eyes when you look up and take your first relieved breath. you might have even been scared of the way they deepen dangerously under white lashes but his arm around you brings you too much comfort to let it bother you.
the music plays loudly behind this scene but many people have stopped dancing and instead are watching, waiting to see how this plays out as the tension thickens in the air. you try to hide your reddening face in satorus embrace, hearing his heart beating loud and fast in your ears, feeling the ice in his tone permeating in the air.
“don’t touch her.”
he was breathing fire, moving on instinct, feeling as though his veins were going to burst under the pressure of which he held onto this man's arm. a part of him was angry at himself too though. coming to a club the gojo family owned and used for more reasons than the club itself meant, if need be, they could bother him with work while he was here.
halfway through retelling the bosses lackeys to find someone else for whatever they needed him for, he turned to see if you were waiting for him but instead watched you get sucked into the noisy crowd forcefully. the next second he remembers he was right beside you, on the verge of losing his calm and making a scene in front of so many that would have had him in trouble in more ways than one but he didn’t care.
the man sneers at gojo, his brown eyes dangerous but he lets go of you quickly and a few seconds later satoru relaxes his own grasp but his glare remains icey and threatening, the crowd of onlookers waiting to see what either of them would do next.
“get the fuck out of my sight,” satoru spits, feeling you cling to him harder.
the man walks as if nothing happened, hands in his pockets as he heads to the door and satoru watches to be sure there's no way he’s coming back while he brings his other arm around you, surrounding you completely in his embrace.
he doesn’t know why but he needed to hold you. feel that you were okay. he couldn’t deny that your proximity helped to calm his swirling emotions fueled by ire and that perhaps it wasn’t the first time being close to you had done so for him. even that first night he met you, if only for a bit, he forgot all about the void in the chest that he usually shoved down as deep as he could.
“are you alright?” he asks after a moment and a deep breath. the club starts to come back to life but it goes unnoticed by satoru who pulls you away from his chest to check you up and down, once again completely dumb struck about how utterly beautiful you look and loving that it had been for him but it wasn’t enough to snuff out his anger entirely, not after what he witnessed. “he didn’t hurt you? i swear i’ll-“
“no, he didn’t,” you answer before he lets the thought get the best of him and he feels even more of his sanity return. only to be replaced with disgust at what your next words meant. “he said he wanted to ask me some questions but i’m okay, just a little shaken up.”
he pulls you back against him, strong arms holding you tight as if it might help him relax a bit more, comfort you, protect you. he only stepped away for a few seconds and he thought he’d have his eye on you from the moment you exited the bathroom but then just as quickly as you came into view, you disappeared.
asking you questions, not likey just some creep but rather more like fucking pigs in his club. a headache he doesn’t have the time to deal with tonight.
“don’t leave my side, ‘kay?” he says, that seriousness still within his tone but it’s much softer now as he pulls you from his chest, keeping one arm around you.
you nod and follow him, staying tucked into his frame. he takes smaller steps with you so close, often looking down to ensure you really are alright, flashing a smile when you gift him one of your own along with your promises that you really are okay.
satoru didn’t have a plan on where the night was going to go from here. his only thought had been getting you far away from anyone else and it led him back to the parking garage, watching you avoid his gaze as he holds open the passenger door to his car but you hesitate to slip inside.
“we.. we don’t have to end our date here,” you break the silence between you, your words adorably bashful. “i don’t want to at least - not on account of that guy,” you gesture back to the club doors as if he wouldn’t know who you were referring to before looking up at him with an expression that makes his heart stall.
he could hardly begin to describe it. an enchanting mix of sweet and hopeful, pretty and flushed but somehow still determined and like you had yet to have enough of him.
grinning wide, unable to take his eyes off of you, he reaches out for your hand, loving how small it is compared to his, and guilds you into the open door.
“c’mon sweetheart. you’re not gettin’ rid of me that easily.”
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the night air from the penthouse balcony is cool and refreshing against his skin and through his hair. after leaving you in his walk-in closet to change into something more suitable for winding down at his place, he needed it. both to cool his burning skin and his twitch cock at the thought of you dressed in his clothes.
honestly, satoru didn’t date much as is. flirting, fucking, was one thing but hardly ever did he actually go out with someone but if he did, limitless is where he would take them and it was usually a choice he felt good about. there were supposed to be no cops lurking around. good food and drinks and a talented dj and it wasn’t far from his apartment. none of which wasn’t mere coincidence when the gojo family owned the establishment.
but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t question himself more than a few times if you would actually like the club. hell, even on the drive there with you in the car he thought about turning around to take you somewhere else, his thoughts running a million miles an hour - what would you like instead of this place? you said you liked penguins once.. the aquarium maybe? was the aquarium even opened this late?
taking you there had been a regretful choice considering how things ended up but at the same time, maybe it hadn’t been. more than a couple of times tonight, in moments he hadn’t been prepared for when he was close to you, letting down his guard, it was as if he was just satoru. not the son of the clan head. not the family's most powerful tool. no one but your date. the person making you laugh and smile. the man who got to hold you close and touch your soft skin. just satoru.
he had loved dancing with you, having you close, feeling you, seeing you comfortable around him, and now you were at his apartment, a place he had intended you to end up anyways, even if under different circumstances, but you both seemed determined to not let the events at the club ruin the night. though it wasn’t something satoru could let go entirely, not yet at least.
after a few minutes of waiting on the balcony, the call he had been waiting for comes through. he lets suguru know what happened, who was in the club, and his friend promises to take care of it for tonight along with the rest of the necessary staff, already making his way there.
“satoru,” geto says when he’s about to hang up, voice falling serious. the tone that said listen and not just let it go one ear and out the other. “you know it’s possible they want something with her that has nothing to do with the family.”
he didn’t say it as a question but rather as a fact. the family paid good money to the police department in order to keep them out of their hair. it has been that way for years now, it wasn’t anything new or a line that got crossed, both sides knowing their place. a ‘don’t get in my way and i won’t get in yours’ kind of deal.
it was something satoru considered but it honestly didn’t matter to him what they wanted. they shouldn’t have been there and they shouldn’t have been bothering you or fucking touching you.
“so?”
“so,” suguru pauses before continuing, as if gojo should know what he’s about to say. “whatever they want with her isn’t our business and we shouldn’t make it our business. we have enough to deal with. and anyways, it got you what you wanted, didn't it?”
you in his apartment, in his bed, quelling his crush on you like he had the few other women he’d found himself attracted to like this, suguru is referring to, like trying to calm his friend down but right now, satoru doesn’t know if it’s the same, if that's what he wants. if anything tonight, being this close to you, has only made him want to get to know you more, be around you more - which was an ailment he may have been suffering from this whole time, only realizing it now.
and the thought of not seeing you or talking to you again after tonight..
with his free hand running through white locks and a blink of thick lashes to try to shake this off, not sure what to do or make of this revelation and not going to attempt to right now, he turns around to head back inside but suddenly it's as if the world is slowing, though his heart did not get the memo with every pounding beat, at the sight he's met with on the other side of the glass doors, making him hang up the phone after letting out a barely audible ‘gotta go.’
in the endless choices of designer clothes you had opted for a large, soft sweater and the spandex shorts you were thankful you wore under your dress tonight. it was impossible that any of satorus pants were going to fit you but with the size of his clothes on you, the hem of his shirt resting on your mid thigh and past the length of your tight shorts, you were covered enough for comfort.
when you came out of his room and down the winding set of stairs leading back to the space that served as his kitchen and living room, your cheeks flushed from the peak you took at his large bed and the thoughts you had about being in that bed, he was nowhere to be found.
so you took in your surroundings with slow steps, the sleek decor and open space of this huge rooftop apartment with floor to ceiling windows lining two walls showing a beautiful skyline of the city that leaves you breathless. you spot the snowy white of his hair outside along the sparkling little lights below, his cell phone pressed to his ear and his back to you.
a part of you is glad you have a moment to yourself even if you wished he was in here. when satoru suggested you go to his apartment for the rest of the night, a flash in your mind of what exactly that meant both excited you and made you nervous.
you couldn’t deny that the thought of kissing those glossy pink lips and feeling even more of him than you had when he had you pressed against him at the club left a lick of flames kindling in your core but there was something awaking in your heart too and it feels like you’re already in trouble. already falling. that there might be no ‘getting satoru gojo out of your system.’
leaving him to finish what you assume is a work call, you decide to do what you couldn’t in his bedroom and look a little more closely at what’s around you. snoop around, if you were being honest but it’s not like you were digging through the drawers.
the kitchen is spotless, like he hardly touched it aside from the half eaten bowl of candy where you thought a fruit bowl might go if this were a magazine. you doubt satoru did much cooking anyways and chuckle to yourself at the thought that you haven’t actually seen him eat anything other than treats until tonight at limitless.
the living room is a little more telling that someone actually occupies this space; blankets on each side of the plush sectional couch, a set of gaming headphones on the coffee table next to a water bottle and controller and another bowl of shiny wrapped candies.
a shelf built into the wall near the t.v. that's organized with books, video games and trinkets draws your attention and when you make your way over there, you can’t help but think of how very satoru everything feels as you read the spines of the books and video game cases and admire his collectibles that look like they were rare and expensive.
there’s one picture there too, small and aged and propped up against what looked like an old school book. a short brown haired woman stands between a young satoru and another tall boy with black hair that’s tied baack. even though satoru isn’t in the middle he has his long arm around both of them, squishing them more to one side of the frame by pressing his palm into the other boy's head obnoxiously.
yes, it was interesting how pictures could make you feel. even when you didn’t know some of the people within them, you could feel the cherished memories, the love, and it made your chest light, even with the hole in your heart throbbing.-
“you look so cute in my clothes y/n,” satorus voice, so close and coming out of nowhere when you weren’t expecting it makes you jump in surprise but the shock to your system was more from the call of your name than the fright he gave you.
you never minded his ridiculous nicknames, even when they flustered you more than you would like to admit, but something about the way he says your name is like nothing else.
when you quickly turn around, you realize he’s even closer than you thought. so close you can feel his warmth, smell the night air on him, could reach up and touch his hair if you thought you could move under his towering figure but it was impossible to do when he captivated you like this and invaded your personal space without a care.
“say sugar, you like video games, right?” he asks as if this little distance between you isn’t affecting him at all aside from the light pink dusting his cheeks. maybe it wasn’t from you but from the cold night air outside.
how had he even slipped in without you noticing? were you that caught in your thoughts?
unable to find your words you can only nod, feeling your heart stop completely when he smiles like you’ve never seen before. it’s boyish and sparkling but softer than his normal mischievous grin.
“want to make a bet?”
if you weren’t so hypnotized by him you might have thought more about how good of an idea it was to make a bet with him, what kind of trouble it might get you into, but it’s impossible not to indulge him with the way he’s looking at you.
“what kind of bet?” you ask, finally finding your voice even if it is bashful and quiet.
satoru puts a bit of distance between you, taking a step back, his quirked up lips turning mischievous, telling you that he already thought he won said bet. “play a game with me. if you win, i’ll give you anything you want.”
knowing him you believe he meant absolutely anything but whatever you could possibly ask for was hardly on your mind when all you wanted to know was what he wanted from you.
“and if you win?” you hate how breathless you sound as the words slip past your lips.
“heh,” in one long stride he’s in your space again, nearly chest to chest if he weren’t so tall, thick white lashes fluttering as he looks down at your lips. “if i win, i want a kiss.”
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the smell of warm chocolate fills the air, the heat of the oven bringing the apartment up a few degrees but aside from the brownies baking in the kitchen another heat is brewing in front of the t.v. where satorus knee knocks against yours in time with the mercedes he picked as his cart in mario kart 8 speeding in front of your cart while avoiding a banana peel and drifting through the curve without coming near the edge.
“better catch up if you want to win, sweets,” he teases but with the concentration he’s kept on the screen since the start of every race you don’t think that’s what he actually wants and truthfully, it’s not what you want either knowing what’s waiting for you if you are to lose but you simply can’t let him win so easily.
you were only a few points behind in the cup overall, coming in second in the first race and then first - if only barely - and then second again right behind him but he wasn’t going to let you win easily either or at all, if he had anything to say about it you were starting to realize.
he had been uncharacteristically quiet through most of the races, teasing you when you lost to him twice and pouting when you won but no matter which it was, he had to be touching you in some way. poking at your cheek when you told him you almost had him and he quipped back, rubbing his arm along yours, slowly, feather light, at the three second countdown till all the racers took off.
“don’t be so sure you’ll win satoru,” you giggle in reply to him, feeling your insides fluttering wildly, and let your bare thigh rest against his now covered by the sweats he had changed into, catching up to him easily using your three mushrooms one right after the other.
“oh, i’ll win angel.”
you’re thankful his eyes are on the screen and not your heated face at the way he called you. though when he speeds far ahead of you again, going off of a jump and shaking his controller, you wonder if perhaps he did it on purpose to slow you down. or if he even noticed he said it at all.
you begin to feel your resolve slip on the last lap as you continue to glance over at him despite your best effort not to, at his beautiful lips and enchanting eyes and the adorable smile on his face. before you realize it you’ve finished the race in forth place, falling from second to third overall on the board. satoru reigning in first.
satoru stares at the television but your eyes are only on him. the jingle of music plays in the palpable silence between you but it feels as quiet as a hum in your ears against the beating of the butterflies throughout your stomach and up your chest, each flap of their little wings becoming like lightning when he turns to face you with a victorious smirk.
“told ya,” he says with a wink and that teasing tone you know all too well. “now you have to kiss me.”
you feel like a deer caught in bright lights, big eyed and unable to move, lips parted to help you take shallow breaths while the world around you seems to still aside from satoru and yourself but you’re caught in a universe all your own. a universe crafted by the impact of butterflies wings that collide, bursting and burning, within you and the stars in his eyes that you swear are just for you.
“unless you want to take back our b-” he goads when you don’t move but you’re quick, too quick for your liking, to interrupt him.
“i don’t.”
so slowly you move, neither of you saying a word as he shifts to face you and you twist in your spot next to him. for a moment that he might have thought was you hesitating, you just take him in, letting the warm feeling his lovely expression gives you flood throughout your body. reaching to meet his height with a push on your toes against the rug under the couch and the arm holding you upright that is pressed into the couch cushion near your bum. the warmth of his breath now on your skin, the beating of a heart in your ears but you don’t know if it's his or yours.
“sweet eager girl.”
his words are so quiet you wonder if you imagined them but before you can ponder it for even a moment longer, satoru is leaning down to meet your lips, not letting you move another inch as he kisses you, soft and sweet and lips perfectly slotted against your own. a large, warm, palm cups your cheek, coaxes your jaw to slacken and the way he handles you, letting the taste of his tongue melt on your tastebuds just to be met with a delicate kiss the next moment is near drugging.
it all ends too soon and perhaps not soon enough when you go to reach for him, any part of him because god you thought you might die if you didn’t feel more of him, but are stopped at the chirp of satorus phone timer going off letting you know the brownies you had put in the oven before starting you game were finished.
hesitantly, trembling more than you wish you were, you pull away from him, hating the loss of his hand on your face, and see on his pale cheeks that his skin is as hot as yours feels, dusting his handsome features in a pink that complimented his heavy lidded cerulean eyes and disheveled snowy hair.
you have no doubt you’re in a no better state and seeing him like this is almost enough to completely forget about why you were forced to pull away in the first place but the persistent alarm going off on the glass coffee table in front of you wasn’t going to stop on its own and the treats you had made to share from a box brownie mix he had in his pantry were going to be over cooked if you didn’t get them soon.
“i’ll get them,” satoru breaks the silence between you, a bit breathless and with a smile you aren’t sure you’ve seen on him before. you think a lot of his smiles are genuine but something about this one seemed especially so. like one he couldn’t help or control even if he tried but also like he hadn’t been able in a long time.
with your lips still tingling and wet from his tongue, you watch him as he gets up and turns off the timer on his phone, locking eyes with him and sharing one more kiss, chaste and fleeting, before he’s heading to the kitchen and pulling the brownies out of the oven, his back muscles stretching along the fabric of his black t-shirt with his movements.
of course he doesn’t even wait for them to cool down before he’s cutting into them and scooping a big heap of vanilla ice cream on top, one of the only items in his freezer, grabbing one bowl and two spoons before making his way back to the couch where you share your treat while scrolling through movies, trying to stop him from giving you too many spoilers about ones that look interesting before finally deciding on one to watch.
the moment his spoon clinks against yours in the empty bowl, just as the movie was starting, satoru doesn’t waste a moment pulling you into his arms with surprising strength, not that you were fighting it, and throws a blanket over you both, keeping you pressed close to him. but you hardly made it through half the movie before you were fast asleep in his arms, feeling his breaths fall in time with yours as the sands of sleep cradled you in a dream of crystalline eyes that sparkle like stars in a once dark and lonely desert.
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#satoru gojo#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#satoru gojo x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#gojo x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo x you#jjk gojo#jujutsu kaisen gojo#gojou saturo#gojou satoru x reader#family + loyalty au
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sorry if this sounds personal, but I notice you mention your sister(s) a lot when it comes to the shows you watch! did you inspiration to your TOH sister au come from your relationship with them? are you the older sibling??
Eh, screw it, let's talk!
It's no secret that I'm not really all that personal about myself on here---I mean, people rarely are on Tumblr---but I usually mention that whenever I watch something, my sisters are my watch party. While I have three sisters, I have six siblings! In terms of oldest to youngest it goes: sister, sister, brother, brother, sister, then me.
The youngest sister and I are basically the same brain cell sometimes, four year difference. The oldest and I are twelve years apart while the second oldest is ten. So I am actually the youngest! Though I'm often told by my older siblings that I have had a more mature outlook/mind, so there's that I guess?
My inspiration for L&L however came less from my siblings and more from just family tropes themselves and the actual canon show. Like i've said before, there's a lot of themes of sisterhood within TOH already and that's without any big sister AU elements. My inspiration came from seeing the Beta Luz fanart of Luz having an older sister and thinking about how different/similar the story would be with an overprotective loving sister looking out for Luz.
Loyalty & Light is more than a story about sisterhood, but family bonds as a whole. Luz's journey of self-discovery is still very much hers and her story, but Leal's is rooted in someone who's attached so much of themselves to being a caretaker. It's no accident I made her just three years older than Luz. Leal's still a kid, they both are.
Until next ask,
- Bleh
#ask bleh#anon asks#L&L asks#technically#L&L#Loyalty & Light#toh big sister au#toh beta sister au#lealtad noceda#luz noceda#big families#toh fanfic#don't psychoanalyze me here#just answering a question is all#don't read into it
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Not the final design so it won't be included in the future post but I still felt like showing this
Little bastard man in the GaP AU
#spooky arts#i have so many issues with this design#first off. he looks nothing like p03. aside from the freckles or the specific way i draw his eyes/brows (but youd have to follow my art to#know this) theres nothing that tells you who it is at the first glance.#secondly. he looks too young. baby faced motherfucker. i mean these fickers dont age normally on the account of not being organic but#COME ON. HE LOOKS LIKE A TEENAGER.#the colours are. eh? i think my biggest mistake was giving it a blueish tint meaning i couldnt make its eyes blue or the design would be#too monotone. next attempt i'll use more greyish colours or some other timt.#i do like the eyeshadow and freckles and the two tone hair though. will include that in the revision#hate how the hair looks like normal hair though. ill have to figure out how to make it look more like itd belong on a being made of rock#design aside the implications of making them a Crystalian royalty keep hitting me. like somebody periodically throwing bricks at my face.#first off. motherfucker's a sibling to my bestie's oc. wild to think about.#secondly. i didnt even considered this when making this decision but motherfucker is distantly related to a literal god#his family pledged loyalty to the equivalent of a fucking Cthulhu. and the only reason he wasnt immediately fucking murdered upon ending up#on earth was because he could be useful in finding where his family is. fucking wild.#accidentally making this au into a political drama which seems oddly fitting considering the source material#'gods and pawns' is. a very accurate title for this au huh
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I am absolutely bored out of my mind and this is the proof
#I got an idea for my 'au' thing where Spindrax joins a rebellion group that Xiuying made and becomes her lieutenant#because I want the badass girls being friends and fighting together#also Xiuying put Spin's lil symbol on the fit to honor her loyalty to her spider clan/family#cause she's aware that when they get brought back Spin's going back to them#lego monkie kid#monkie kid spindrax#xiuying#my design(s)#my art
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go has an aspect of death idk what it would be but im voting devotion/fealty bc loyalty is what killed him in that timeline
#ichiverse au#his loyalty to his family got him killed thats like ouuughhh#and its sort of like the vestiges of the person he used to be still being exhibited#the bad part is that hes loyal to aizen bc he gave him a purpose while being blind to aizen manipulating him#plus its devotion without regard for himself in a way. unquestioning.#like go is a darker mirror of ichigo where the negative aspects of loyalty creeps through. he doesnt have the moral code ichigo has bc he#was effectively raised on violence and manipulation
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⤷❝Mine To Love | Coriolanus Snow❞ˎˊ-
⇢☾Warning: NSFW | Snow is his own warning, mentions of killing, mentions of caging/locking you up (doesn't do it though), hair pulling, breath play if you squint, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it dumbfucks), pinv sex, blowjob, male masterbation, cunnilingus, mating press, mentions of Lucy Gray, no spoilers | lmk if I forgot anything!
⇢☾Pairing: young president Snow x fem! Reader
⇢☾Summary: Snow realizing his feelings for you, being fucked up about it and fucks you!
⇢☾A/N: don't romanticize, it's dark romance so y'all are warned! This is set in the same au as The Study (you don't have to read it beforehand but it's recommended)
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It started slowly, so slow that Snow didn't even realize it. It started with that night in the study after he had you. He didn't touch you again, denying himself of you. You, his wife, a little bird stuck in a cage. The First Lady of Panem was nothing but a doll, a showcase piece for the country.
You played the role well enough, but you weren't a doll at all. You brought life in what was otherwise a stone-cold mannor. The workers cook your favorite, making sure you're the most well-accommodated. Like a Queen. How their shoulders relax and the smile that springs up when they do the tasks that you assigned them. You earned their respect and their loyalty.
You were dangerous yet harmless. It baffled Coriolanus to no end. It started slow. He coincidentally met you in the hallways more and more. After that night, you couldn't make eye contact with him, no longer did you greet him with an awkward hello or a shy smile.
You look down at the floor whenever he passes you by, your body flushing from the mere second of proximity. So obvious and adorable. He loved how easy you were to read, how open you were. Whatever your lips hide, your eyes show. Whatever your soul hides, your body shows.
It started slow. The monthly dinners with the First Lady turned weekly. Every Sunday now he had you sit across him for dinner and he would ask you about your day. Just to be polite, mind you, don't look into it. He would be annoyed by those one-word answers but would never show it. His fingers subtly grasped the glass of wine tighter than he should, his heart pricking his brain into paranoia. ‘What else?’ he wanted to ask, ‘Stop saying it was good. Tell me what made it good.’
Instead of uttering those words, cameras were placed on every inch of the manner with the audio functions so everything is recorded for his and only his view. He watched you walking through the library, your fingertips touching the spines of the books you already read (which was most of them), you didn't even realize new books were added to the collection, all similar to the ones you liked. He watched you stroll the gardens, your face in a frown at the neverending white roses. A red rose and several other flowers were added the next day.
It started slow. He began to talk about his day more and more trying to fill a silence. He started asking for your opinion and oh, how that lighted your eyes up that you were finally doing what you were meant to do. Supporting him not as a doll but as a wife. You begin to talk about your days more, trusting him with your day-to-day activities. You tell him about friends and family, something he wasn't interested in (he has files on every single person you mentioned).
The nights that were dedicated to his needed sleep turned into the witching hours in which he would stroke his cock over the memory of you. His mouth biting into the pillow to stop his groans, hearing them would mean admitting his need for you and he rejected that notion. His cock was oversensitive because he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop fucking into his fist, again and again thinking about you. Not just your pussy but you. Your desperate moans, your lips marking his neck, your slick walls, and everything of you. Your tears, your head on his chest when he had fucked you. Everything.
He wanted to pin you against a wall. He wanted to bend over during dinner. He wanted you on his lap in his study. He wanted to push you to the bed and fuck you until the bed breaks. He wanted you!
The realization made him spill onto his bed sheets for the nth time. A gasp escaped his lips as he realized how deeply you are rooted in him now. He needed to kill you. He can't afford this again. Whatever this is. Obsession? Love? Was there ever a difference? He needed this to end.
‘You don't deserve to be loved,’ he thinks, you were no Lucy Gray after all, you were different. You could never compare to his first and only (not anymore) love. But he had caged you, he had you and knew your every move. The rumors that spread of cheating were seized along with the man who flirted with you. True to your words, you hadn't fallen to the temptations of the Capitol, rejecting their offers politely rather than basking in their attention like before.
‘Good,’ he thought, he had killed everyone who had touched you and it was hard to hide the evidence. “I am so much better than her,” he muttered, “I could do so much better.” He asked himself, ‘Why? After all the promises I made to myself of never repeating the mistake.’
He didn't get a reply but he dreamt of you.
Breakfast had passed, lunch too, he hadn't seen you once today. A quick peek at his monitors showed that you were sleeping in your room. He clenched his jaw, a part of him hating you for sleeping in because it deprived him of seeing you. A part of his heart warmed because your hair was a mess, the shirt you were wearing while sleeping was his, and you looked so darn pretty.
Coriolanus convinced himself that he was going to your room to wake you up. Nobody should sleep this late into the day. It wasn't healthy, and he needed the First Lady to remain healthy. That was all.
He stepped into the room, his footsteps quiet so he didn't alert you. He sits down on the bed, your sleeping figure beside him. Your mouth had dried drool on the corners which made him disgusted but amusement all the same. His hand went to your cheek, he couldn't control the action of his thumb stroking your cheek.
“I should lock you up forever,” he whispered as softly as possible, almost inaudible. “In this room, so no one can see you but me.”
He knew by now his thoughts weren't normal and it would never be. That's him and he had accepted himself. He leaned in closer, his lips inches away from yours. He stopped right before he closed the gap. He takes a deep breath, taking in your scent before pulling back.
His hand goes to your shoulder, he shakes you. “Wake up, bird,” he said, his eyes softening when he saw you wake up and peer at him with confused eyes. You yawn, and sit up, your eyes wide when you look at him. You rub them with your hand and blink.
“Is there anything wrong, Coryo?” You asked softly, “Anything I can do to help.” “You should shower and eat first,” he said instead, “and next time don't sleep in. I don't like indiscipline.”
“Sorry,” you mutter, “I was finishing a book.” Your eyes flicker to him, “It's nice by the way! I will tell you about it during dinner.” He wanted to hear about it now, he wanted to pull you closer and kiss your lips, he wanted to push you into the mattress and breed you. He wanted to clean you up after and feed you every kind of feed.
He clenched his jaw, trying to get rid of such thoughts. “We'll see,” he said before walking out of the room, accidentally slamming the door. The first sign of Snow losing control.
The second sign of Coriolanus losing control was how his breath hitched when he saw you during dinner. You are wearing yet another one of his shirts (how do you even get your hands on them) and that's it. A white shirt that reached your knees, you had forgone pants and opted for shorts that couldn't even be seen. Your legs were in complete view, the same legs he wanted wrapped around his waist.
He didn't say a single comment even when it was clear you were waiting for one. ‘Were you trying to seduce him?’ he thinks, ‘Or something else.’ He felt paranoid about you wearing his shirt. Did you want him? Want him to bend you over, press your face onto the table and fuck you like you were an animal?
He felt his pants getting tighter from his thoughts, flashes of what he could do to you, what he had done to you. He couldn't focus as you talked during dinner, he made a mental note to watch the cameras later to know the words you had blessed him with.
It hits him like a wave when dinner ends and you come to him with a book. Tabs were spilling out and it was a hardcover of an old classic that he had to read during the academy.
“You once told me that you liked this book, I spent last night annotating it! I did a few finishing touches before dinner…”
That explains your attire, you were busy formatting this gift for him. He took the book from your hand, he wanted to throw it across the room, he wanted to set it on fire. It was now his most precious treasure, more important than Panem itself.
The truth he denied washes over him. Making him take a sharp breath and your eyebrows etch together in concern. He had once a girl dedicate songs for him, now he had a wife dedicating booms for him. ‘It would be a mistake,’ he told himself, ‘It won't be a mistake if I don't repeat the past.’
The desires he shoved at the back of his mind sprang forward and he made a decision. The third sign of Coriolanus surrendering to himself was that he had everyone including the guards leave the dining room. Making your eyes widen from the sudden instruction.
“Is there anything wrong-” you begin to ask before Snow interrupts you. “Here is what's going to happen now. You're gonna be on your knees, you'll take my cock in your mouth and you'll make me cum. Then I will take you to our room and I'll fuck you until you can't remember your name.”
You blink once, twice just staring into his eyes that revealed nothing before you went closer to him and got down on your knees for him. “Like this?” You asked, breathless, your cheeks flushed. He smirked, “Exactly like this, pet.”
“Now part those pretty lips for me,” he said as he unzipped his pants and set his hard cock free. He lets out a chuckle as he sees you eyeing his cock like a long-lost lover. Guess he wasn't the only one thinking about that time.
You part your mouth wide enough for him as he pushes his cock in slowly. No matter how desperate he was a gentleman for his wife. He knew better than to gag you. He stopped when his cock had completely disappeared, his length engulfed into your wet, hot mouth.
He throws back his head as his dick hits the back of your throat. He relishes the sound of your choking around his length. He lets out his groan, trying his hardest not to cum down your throat so soon. His hand is in your hair, keeping you in place like an obedient pet.
You try your best to take in a deep breath as your tongue swirls around his length as much as possible. You weren't the best at blowjobs, but you knew the sloppier the better. Saliva ran down your cheek as you tried your best to focus on his cock underside, your tongue dragging itself across a pulsing vein that reached his cockhead.
You moan around his length as the taste of pre-cum bursts in your mouth. You close your eyes and try your best, bopping your head up and down. You clenched your fist, trying your best not to gag when his cock gets deeper into your throat.
Meanwhile, Snow was a wreck of a man, the heat of your mouth ruining his capability of having coherent thoughts. You were sucking his soul through his dick it seemed to him. His fingers tangled in your locks, gripping your hair tighter as a way to anchor himself to reality.
His blue eyes dilated to almost black as he looks at you taking his cock so well. Like you were made for it. Made for his cock. Made for him. Meant to be his wife, his bird, his pet, and his love. It's destiny, he decided as he pulls you off his cock and uses his suit sleeves to wipe your mouth and chin.
‘Everything leads to this,’ he thought, as he pulled you onto his lap and pressed a kiss to your lips. The saltiness of his taste in your mouth does not deter his tongue from tasting you.
“Go to my- our room,” he whispered to you as he broke the kiss. “I'll be there soon,” he promises as he nuzzles into your neck, his lips kissing your skin. You nod and get off his lap. Your feet drag you into his room.
Meanwhile, Coriolanus takes a deep breath, trying to maintain whatever pathetic excuse of sanity he had held. It didn't work. His cock was hard enough to hurt and his brain made him think. He thinks of removing you, he thinks of keeping you. He thinks of plans to protect you, backup plans to make sure you remain untouched while still maintaining the image of the First Lady. His true possessiveness and obsession flares up in his mind.
‘It won't be a mistake if I don't repeat the past,’ he told himself, repeating that line to his head.
He takes a deep breath, a glance at the cameras shows workers and guards kept the halls clear and you were in his room and on his bed waiting for him. Waiting for him to ravish you as you kept playing with the buttons of the shirt, and your underwear on the floor. Your face was crimson but your lower lip was in a darker shade of red with how much you bitten it because of nervousness.
He lets out a huff of air before adjusting himself accordingly. Coriolanus Snow was many things, gentlemen included and gentlemen don't keep their ladies waiting.
You freeze as he enters the room. You swallow nervously, your fingers pausing on the shirt button you were playing with. He glances at the panties that were on the floor and he gives you a little smirk. “Take it all off, my wife,” he said as his hands worked to undress him. His suit was on the floor, his shirt joining it soon enough.
You have to press your thighs together as you see his skin again, a whimper escaping your lips at the sight. He was so beautiful, craved by the angels, breathed to life by the devil. Soon, his pants and boxers were getting ridden off.
You check him out, your gaze hungry. Your fingers shake with desire as you take off your (his) shirt. You let it fall, exposing yourself completely to him, like he did for you. His eyes rack you up, causing a flush to every visible inch of your skin.
“Open your legs,” he said, as he walked closer and got down on his knees for you. “I am hungry,” he said, while his lips pressed to your knee and his lustful eyes bewitched you. You had to bite your tongue to not let a moan from his mere words. You spread your legs wide, letting your cunt come into his view.
Your folds that were glistening with your arousal and your slit which was the cause of your juices fluttered around nothing from his gaze. “Exquisite,” he had whispered, the praise warming you up and making your pussy clench harder. “Eager too,” he chuckles, looking up at you but you refuse to meet his gaze.
“Have your meal,” you mumbled, embarrassed. He pressed a wet kiss to your inner thigh, making your breath hitch from the contact. A sharp moan escapes when he bites, his teeth digging into the flesh and your hand falls onto his hair. Your fingers grip the blonde locks but you don't try to push him away. Your legs tried to close around him, but his hands made sure to keep them spread as he liked it.
He pulled away, admiring the mark before he pressed another wet kiss to it. His fingers grip your thighs, they hold tight enough to leave marks too.
He takes in a deep breath, nuzzling into your thigh. Your primal scent makes him go wild, his nail digging into your skin as he brings his lips closer to your pussy. One swipe of his tongue onto your folds and he groans louder than you have ever heard him to do so.
“You taste like fucking candy,” he lets out, as his nose bumps into your clit, his tongue messily swirling around your folds, gathering as much of your juices as possible. Your legs were all on his shoulders now as he all but pressed his face, burying himself in your cunt. He takes in a deep breath through his mouth before he begins to ravish you properly.
His mouth taking in your entire pussy and sucking it with such devotion it made you see stars. He laps at your pussy, his tongue never stopping to devour you. You pulled him even closer, your thighs closing around his head. The action only made him. You couldn't see it, but his eyes rolled back from the lack of air and your taste that quickly became his favorite.
His teeth pulled at the outer lips of your pussy, making you cry out and gush more juices. He licks it all up. Before his attention goes to your little bud, his mouth kisses it at first. Then he takes your clit into his mouth to suck without any mercy.
It makes you cry out, the soles of your feet digging into his back as your hips begin to rut against his face. You have no control over your actions. You were gripping his hair so tight you were afraid that you tore away a few strands. Overwhelming pleasure attacked all of your senses as he didn't stop his merciless actions.
You arch your back, your lips moaning his name as heat begins to gather in your body. You cry out, “Close! Coryo! Fuck!” Pleads begin to leave your mouth as your hips grind faster, your clit nudged his nose as his tongue is now inside your walls, fucking you with his tongue.
Your eyes widen, and you let out a silent scream when his teeth nip your swollen clit. You lay on the bed, panting as your pussy cums on his face. Your arousal makes a mess on his face which makes you even more slick when he pulls back and gets on top of you.
You looked into his eyes, his cold blue eyes that were nearly black now. He was panting, both of your breaths mixing into the air. With whatever senses you have left, you use your palm to clean up some of the mess on his face.
As soon as you finish up, he holds your hand. His mouth on your palm with broad strokes of his tongue he licks the remaining of your juices clean. “Can't let it go to waste, my bird,” he whispered to you as he leaned down. His body caging yours or were you caging him down with your legs around his waist? He pressed a kiss to your cheek. Sweet and gentle, and so unlike him but you don't dare question his affections. May it be sweet or savory, you accept it with your arms wide open.
“Want you,” you whispered to him. “You'll have me when I see fit,” he replied, his mouth pressing open-mouthed kisses to your neck before they reached the flesh of your breasts. One of his hands squeezed your breast and his thumb rubbed circles on your nipple. His lips paid attention to the underside of it, licking the skin around the round flesh before his teeth sank in making you gasp. He sucks harshly, his hold on your breast getting rougher as he forms the mark on your skin. When he's assured that a hickey will be formed, his lips pull back and he presses a kiss to the mark.
“You're mine,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin before he takes a nipple into his mouth and sucks just as harshly as before. You moan, “Yours, Snow!” Your hands on his shoulders, your nails digging into his flesh. His fingers play and squeeze your other breast while he continues to suck your bud. Your cunt despite having a previous earthsharing orgasm begins to pulse with need. You whimper, “Corio, please!”
Coryo pulls away, his eyebrows etched in annoyance, as much as he likes to hear you beg, he would rather focus on his task of marking you up. He leans up and presses his lips to you. You moan into his mouth as you taste yourself on his tongue. Your fingers tangling themselves into his curls bringing him even closer to you. He breaks the kiss, “I'll teach you to be obedient later, my pet.”
You let out a whimper when he pressed a hard kiss against your lips. His hands travel down to your hips. “Get ready,” he whispered to you, “I meant my words.” I'll fuck you until you can't remember your name. Remembering his earlier words, you whine loudly, “Please!”
His hand grips your hip tightly as his other hand holds his hard cock and guides it to your entrance. Just to be a little tease, he swipes his mushroom tip all over your cunt, his cockhead bumping your swollen clit making you arch your back and your nails dig into his flesh harder, making him moan as well.
He finally pressed his tip into your slit, his cock gliding in smoothly because of how wet you were. He groans as his dick gets sucked into warmth. His head is between the space of your shoulder. He was panting, his hot breath hitting your skin as he pushed in inch by inch. Your hands are on his back, your legs around his waist as you encourage him to go deeper into you with your soft moans.
His teeth sink into your neck to stop a groan, as his cock reaches your deepest spot. While your nails drag themselves across his back to create red lines. Both of you finding ways to anchor yourself to reality, to not go insane with the pleasure you find in each other.
“Move,” you plead, “Please, Coryo, need you to fuck me. Need you!” Snow decided to have mercy on you both, his hips began to move shallowly, and he refused to completely pull back. He refused the concept of depriving his dick of your sweet, wet pussy. “Faster,” you beg, his deep thrust hits at your every spot, some you didn't even know existed. It fried at your senses, your mind going haywire, your body getting desperate for another release.
“No,” he barks near your ear, his mouth biting your earlobe before he begins to kiss your jaw and then to your collarbone. His lips suck purple and blue bruises on your skin while his hips grind into you. Making you go dizzy and insane with how his cockhead kept grazing your g-spot.
“Please, please,” you babble, “You're fucking me so good, Coryo! I can't take it, please! Fuck me harder, love!” His hips had stopped moving as he heard your words. His head leaned up to you, his lips brushing against yours as he whispered, “What did you say?”
You looked straight into his eyes, not hiding the love you had for him, letting it flow through your words and your body. “Love,” you whispered, your lips pressing a delicate kiss that could shatter everything you had built with Snow. “I love you,” you whispered. One of your hands moves to his cheek, caressing him. “You don't have to do anything in return, just know that I love you.” You smile at him, knowing it's more likely that he won't ever return your feelings.
You prepared yourself for a harsh rejection but instead, his hips begin to move again. Harder, faster than before, his cockhead kissing your cervix with his thrusts, his fingers digging into your hips marking it. You won't be able to walk later but that didn't matter.
What mattered was how perfect Coriolanus had begun to fuck you. No, it wasn't a fuck. This was something more. Something changed with your confession, something changed and will remain changed for the rest of both of your lives.
One of his hands reached upward, his fingers snaking around your throat. He pressed it in, not enough to block your breathing but enough to make you lightheaded. Your pussy which was already tight, clenched around him further making him groan right against your ear.
“Lover indeed,” he whispered, his words that you nearly missed, your heart understood what he meant. You gasp, “Kiss me.” You knew that even without him saying those words, he could love you all the same.
Snow complies, his lips clashing with yours. His hips rutting into you as his hands guide your legs into the mating press position, making you cry out into the kiss as his cock reaches even deeper than before causing a small bump into your stomach that neither of you notices.
The kiss got open-mouthed, desperate with how his tongue tangled with yours. It was filth filled with the pathetic, insanity of love you both felt for each other. His thrusts got faster, and sloppier as he was close to his end. Your cunt pulsating around his length as you too were close to shattering again.
What it took for both of you to reach the end was him breaking the kiss to whisper, “I should kill you. I should kill you for making me a lovesick fool again.”
The words even when you know can mean your doom makes you cum like nothing else. Your lips cry out as your walls begin to milk his cock for what it's worth. He groans into your mouth, letting himself feel your fluttering cunt before he thrusts into you once, twice, and finds his release. His cock spilling into you, his cum painting your insides white, marking you.
He pulls out, his back covered with scratches, his curls clinging to his forehead and his lips swollen from the kisses. You looked just as much of a mess as he did, with marks all over your body.
He thinks to himself as he lies beside you. He wasn't going to kill you now. Not in ten years or fifty but your end would only be when he decides.
He loves you after all, in his twisted way.
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Piett lost track of time, his world narrowed to the scope and the steadiness of his hand.
A denton was lobbed and both of them dove as far apart as possible.
Explosion.
When his sight cleared and his hearing started to come back he could hear Sola screaming his name.
He knew immediately he’d been hit with the shrapnel.
Just the leg , he thought.
“I’m here. I’m here, Sola!” he called, his voice sounding odd and far away. He rolled to his knees and fired again, even though he knew it was hopeless.
Sola staggered to him, blood at her hairline and on her arm.
He tossed his blaster rifle aside and drew his side arm, firing as rapidly as he could.
Another burn to his side and it knocked him to the dirt.
And then the figure they’d been running from for over a decade came into view.
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